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pmsumner at 09:11pm on 13/01/2003
pmsumner at 09:11pm on 13/01/2003Or not.
A trip diary. From Friday, to Monday.
Friday, Greenock to Wigan. Uneventful, pasty-filled. Trains running on time, which (frankly) amazed me. Squishes and handshakes, hugs and hellos. Soup and silliness.
Saturday, sleeping in very very very very late. Dinner at the Strawbury Duck, which is a fabulous place. Essentially a pub in the middle of nowhere that does food. But very good food. Very good food. And good beers :) Maybe drinking as much as I did was a bad idea because by the time we got back, I felt like utter pants (Hunt for the Red Pants), and just wanted to curl up and sleep... which I tried to do. Then chatted for a short time with Glynn and Casee.
Sunday. Slept in even later, had Jane, had chinese, stayed up uberlate.
Nice.
Monday. Sleep late. Go to train station, find no trains running. Find bus service running instead. Feel worried to go back to house, knowing that when I do, the bus will turn up. Talk to nice couple who end up giving me a lift to Bolton as we'd all been waiting for 40 minutes. Get train to Wigan. Get train to Glasgow. Get pasty. Get train to Greenock. Get home (soaking - considering it's less than 5 mins walk to the station I was utterly soaked). Sit and eat pasty, open all mail, find lots of nice things, some not so nice things.
Sit and spod.
Eh.
A trip diary. From Friday, to Monday.
Friday, Greenock to Wigan. Uneventful, pasty-filled. Trains running on time, which (frankly) amazed me. Squishes and handshakes, hugs and hellos. Soup and silliness.
Saturday, sleeping in very very very very late. Dinner at the Strawbury Duck, which is a fabulous place. Essentially a pub in the middle of nowhere that does food. But very good food. Very good food. And good beers :) Maybe drinking as much as I did was a bad idea because by the time we got back, I felt like utter pants (Hunt for the Red Pants), and just wanted to curl up and sleep... which I tried to do. Then chatted for a short time with Glynn and Casee.
Sunday. Slept in even later, had Jane, had chinese, stayed up uberlate.
Nice.
Monday. Sleep late. Go to train station, find no trains running. Find bus service running instead. Feel worried to go back to house, knowing that when I do, the bus will turn up. Talk to nice couple who end up giving me a lift to Bolton as we'd all been waiting for 40 minutes. Get train to Wigan. Get train to Glasgow. Get pasty. Get train to Greenock. Get home (soaking - considering it's less than 5 mins walk to the station I was utterly soaked). Sit and eat pasty, open all mail, find lots of nice things, some not so nice things.
Sit and spod.
Eh.
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