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Jan. 27th, 2007 12:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
moonlettuceSo, after a comedy of errors flying down yesterday, I'm at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
temaris's.
Actually, that's not entirely true, it only started going hinky after I stepped off the plane. Firstly, the card machine on the train station ate my debit card. It took it, gave me a ticket, tried to give the card back, but just wouldn't push it out far enough for me to get it.
Also, the train staff at Stansted airport? Most unhelpful, ever. The woman who eventually came to help just couldn't understand why I wasn't happy about leaving my card in the machine. Y'know, leaving it where someone else could have got it out. Er, no.
So, after 30 minutes and three missed trains, I eventually got the thing out due to the help of a pair of tweezers and quite a lot of swearing. I'm not sure the swearing helped, per se, but it made me feel better.
Also, since there's no through train, I needed to change twice. Not a problem, I've done it before. Tem says she'll pick me up from the station near hers, only the final train gets cancelled. Unfortunately, they don't tell us until a minute before it's due and Tem has already left for the station.
Oh, and Tem is now my girlfriend. Not that we've finally admitted the hot burning gay love between us, but this guy tried to pick me up on the station and wouldn't take no for an answer. He must have recognised the accent, because he kept mentioning how he'd always wanted to go to Newcastle, but he had no one to show him around, and, hey, I could help him find somewhere to stay. Not mine, of course. Unless... oh, and what am I down in London for?
Visiting my girlfriend. Love her dearly. Please go away now.
Funnily enough, he didn't mention visiting Newcastle after that.
I eventually got to Tem's and then we bailed for TGI Fridays's. Which is, as a matter of fact, the only time I've been to a TGI Friday's on an actually Friday.
And now there's haggis to be eaten, whisky to be drunk (er, except by me on both counts, since I'm a tee-total vegetarian) and a delicious-looking Christmas cake to be consumed. And possibly some jeans to be mended. Well, definitely some jeans to be mended, since if this hole gets any bigger, I'm pretty sure I'm risking some sort of indecency charge.
Now, I'm off to peel carrots!
temaris's.Actually, that's not entirely true, it only started going hinky after I stepped off the plane. Firstly, the card machine on the train station ate my debit card. It took it, gave me a ticket, tried to give the card back, but just wouldn't push it out far enough for me to get it.
Also, the train staff at Stansted airport? Most unhelpful, ever. The woman who eventually came to help just couldn't understand why I wasn't happy about leaving my card in the machine. Y'know, leaving it where someone else could have got it out. Er, no.
So, after 30 minutes and three missed trains, I eventually got the thing out due to the help of a pair of tweezers and quite a lot of swearing. I'm not sure the swearing helped, per se, but it made me feel better.
Also, since there's no through train, I needed to change twice. Not a problem, I've done it before. Tem says she'll pick me up from the station near hers, only the final train gets cancelled. Unfortunately, they don't tell us until a minute before it's due and Tem has already left for the station.
Oh, and Tem is now my girlfriend. Not that we've finally admitted the hot burning gay love between us, but this guy tried to pick me up on the station and wouldn't take no for an answer. He must have recognised the accent, because he kept mentioning how he'd always wanted to go to Newcastle, but he had no one to show him around, and, hey, I could help him find somewhere to stay. Not mine, of course. Unless... oh, and what am I down in London for?
Visiting my girlfriend. Love her dearly. Please go away now.
Funnily enough, he didn't mention visiting Newcastle after that.
I eventually got to Tem's and then we bailed for TGI Fridays's. Which is, as a matter of fact, the only time I've been to a TGI Friday's on an actually Friday.
And now there's haggis to be eaten, whisky to be drunk (er, except by me on both counts, since I'm a tee-total vegetarian) and a delicious-looking Christmas cake to be consumed. And possibly some jeans to be mended. Well, definitely some jeans to be mended, since if this hole gets any bigger, I'm pretty sure I'm risking some sort of indecency charge.
Now, I'm off to peel carrots!
