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Listen in, listen Ian!

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[May. 22nd, 2005|12:52 am]
Listen in, listen Ian!
Got up at 7 am. Drove to Manchester Piccadilly, bumped into a friend at the station, got on train to Cardiff. Got to Cardiff, didn't have a book with me for the journey back so went and bought one, then got some food. Went off to meet people in the pub, then went to the match, leaving the book in the pub. FFS. Watched the match, with an ever mounting feeling of inevitability about the outcome the longer it went on. Was confirmed horribly right. Emerged from stadium, bought another book for super bargain £1.99, survived inconsistent directions from police and clear lack of communication between train people and police to eventually find the right queue to stand in for the train home. Got on the oldest train ever to go home. Crawled through the countryside, got back to Manchester, bought spare ribs and chips on the way home. Came home, messed about on the internet for a while, wrote inane rambling LJ entry with inexplicable absence of personal pronouns. Will shortly go to bed.

Tomorrow: a poll about obsessive compulsive type stuff. Oh yes!

And finally: Look! It's Graham Platt's page!

[User Picture]From: socratic
2005-05-22 03:00 am (UTC)
Look on the bright side. At least your Mets community isn't being taken over by 13 year old fangirls squealing about David Wright and wanting to swap pictures of him.

Oh wait...

And if you think your train was old you should come to New York. Some of our subways are seemingly still powered by a wood burning engine.
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