First, check the TfL website the night before. Write it on your forehead if you have to. Usually, they publish a “strike day plan” that shows which lines are dead and which are limping. My go-to is the official Tube map with the “closed” routes crossed out—it’s oddly satisfying.
Second, embrace walking. I’m serious. During the last strike, I walked from King’s Cross to Bond Street in 35 minutes. It was faster than waiting for a bus. And my legs? They looked incredible. (Okay, they didn’t, but the walk cleared my head.)
Finally, buy a coffee and a podcast. You’re going to be commuting like it’s 1995. No tube, no wifi underground, just you and the smell of despair. But hey—at least we’re all in it together. Until the next strike, stay sane, and keep an eye on that Victoria Line.
