Friday, 5.15pm.

This is a man who has just missed his train.

It is Friday, 5.15pm, and he wants to go home.

He is tired - worked too late last night, and up early this morning.

He is irritable - stuck in an overheated office all day, chasing exceptions in a complex database. Eyes are throbbing.

He arrived at the ticket barriers with a minute to spare, but couldn't see his train on the departures board. He stared at it for almost a minute, carefully checking each column for his train, becoming more and more puzzled.

He asks a member of platform staff if it has been cancelled. "No, that's it just pulling out", pointing at a train leaving the platform 10 metres away.

Turns out ****** Scotrail remove the departure info from the board a minute before the train departs.

So he has missed his train - for the first time in about six months. He really wants to go home.

An hour to kill. But he's in Edinburgh, Athens of the North.

It's time to Blip.