Posted by sean on August 6, 2005 at 12:17 pm in TBA, Trains with No Comments

I am currently sitting in a café in Bristol Temple Meads Station. Things have not exactly gone to plan.

Firstly my friend was late so we missed the train from Bath, not really a problem as the train from Bristol to Birmingham was running late. Trouble is it was packed and they were only allowing on Reserved Seat Customers. I ordered my tickets online through who said they would try to reserve me tickets, obviously they didn’t try hard enough.

My friend being late also meant I had to get a taxi to the station, I was driven by an Aussie who was lobbing the cricket, I don’t know much about it but it seems England are getting thrashed by Australia.

At the station I then got harassed by a dirty man. He kept asking me if I knew anything about the lost property department – I’M NOT FUCKIN’ STAFF!!! Duno what he had lost, certainly not a bar of soap as he looked like he had never used one.

Anyway, I’m off to find another train. Haven’t had time for a grammar or spell check so its probably all bollocks.

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