Joe jokingly wished me a good journey home from work this afternoon, particularly with regard to the smelly man eating a packet of cheese and onion crisps. It’s not that bad at the mo (yet) but it did get me thinking. What is a succesful commute? Is it that you get to work or home in the quickest time possible? Or that you make the least amount of changes? I’ve just missed a train direct to East Croydon (actually saw it leaving Farringdon just as I arrived). I could got on the train to Wimbledon and changed at Herne Hill for Beckenham Junction then a tram from there to the flat. I opted not to, and instead to wait 21 minutes at Farringdon for the next train direct to East Croydon. Over to you, what is the perfect commute?