The Times - Squashed, stressed, weary. Twice a day. Why? by Janice Turner
The absurdity of commuting

There is something heroic about commuters, their stoicism, sacrifice and lack of complaint, as they scrape ice off the windscreen on a dark morning and leave the town they barely know, where they have few friends, because they moved out here for the kids, for the schools, a place they rarely see in daylight. …

Commuting is unnatural, anachronistic and wrong in so many ways that it behoves companies and governments to work out how to eliminate it. The EOC estimates that 6.5 million people would be using their skills more fully if flexible working was available. And I just think of friends who burnt out in their mid-thirties, many with expensive degrees and years of experience who downshifted to escape schlepping to a glass box to spend nine hours a day with people they didn’t really like.

Commuting undermines communities and means towns lack residents who feel they truly belong. It kills marriages and maroons non-working spouses, who become soured by waiting, like the perpetually grumpy girlfriend in the Arctic Monkey’s song Mardy Bum: “And yeah I’m sorry I was late/ but I missed the train/ And then the traffic was a state.”