Sunday, 5am: Return to my apartment after the G&S Society summer ball and after-party. Have breakfast, change out of tux etc etc etc
6:20am: Leave apartment, head to train station to catch a bus. Weird.
7:30am: Bus leaves.
The Long and Winding Road by the Beatles plays on my MP3 as I leave Manchester for the last time (awwwww). Now, by this point (having not gone to sleep yet) I'm a
little bit tired, so I set all 3 of the alarms on my phone so I don't miss my stop. Hurrah!
9am: First alarm goes off and I wake up. Hah! No problem. 20 more minutes and I'll be at my stop!
9:30am. I wake up.
9:31am: Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK.
9:35am: OK. The situation: I have missed my stop, waking up in a small bus depot in the Yorkshire countryside, about 5 miles away from where I wanted to end up. The driver was just about to leave when I stood up, to which he said "Fucking hell!" (and I thought "that's just what I was thinking!"). I wander outside and I'm pretty much in the middle of nowhere. But - aha! - there is a train station nearby and a helpful old man and his dog give me directions. Around the corner, up the hill, over the roundabout, left at the lights and I'm sorted!
9:40am: Around the corner; there are two hills. I'm in a fucking valley. I choose right, because it
looks like there's a roundabout up ahead...
9:45am: Aha! A roundabout! I knew I was great!
10am: It appears that I'm not so great. Further attempts to get directions indicate that I'm nowhere near where I need to be. Damn you, old man!
10:20am. OK, back to the valley and up the other hill. And there's a roundabout! And the old man/dog! Back on the right track!
10:50am: Goddam this is taking a long time.
The Long and Winding Road comes on again. For the second time today it takes on new meaning. However... Station Road! Promising!
11am: The rail station! And a train leaves in 10 minutes! Hurrah! Get ticket for Leeds, wait on platform.
11:10am: Train to Leeds is announced. Train arrives on opposite platform. I shit myself.
11:30am: OK, was not my train. Just the station playing tricks on me. Now at Leeds, and am crashing - sugar time.
11:35am: Machine took my money but the Snickers didn't come out. Attract quite a crowd by crying on the platform.
11:40am: Buy stupid amount of chocolate from human seller and all is well. Now to wait an hour for the train...
12:45pm: 2 hour train journey. Very tired now.
2:35pm: Arrrrive in P'teboro. Woozy. Yeah.
3:30pm: Tr'n to Ipswish! Nerly home!
5:30pm: Stagger into Mum's car. Home a little while after.
At least my last trip home from uni was the most interesting one. Was actually kinda funny, apart from the whole Snickers thing (that
sucked). Anyway - back home, watching TV, using dial-up, seeing friends. This time in 2 weeks - hurrah!