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Tom
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... started off on Monday when I went to London to get about 150 FastTicket tickets () for various people as part of the FSR50 offer. Bargain. Ventured off to Ipswich where I met up with Nick W who was vegging around places, omega3 and siasiasia were also there vegging overnight apparently watching lesbian porn. Just thought you'd like to know.
On TUUUUUESDAY, I went to Cambridge via Bury St Edmunds on a nice little 153 bash which ran 20 minutes late due to me managing to break the door (). After arriving at Cambridge with a now very dodgy connection, a quick train ride over to London on a stopping Cambridge to London cleared two new lines for me. Meeting up with Memorex and going into the GNER First Class lounge (with a FDS London - Stevenage) awaiting a clagtastic 1400 Aberdeen, oh, with two Valenta's too. What luck, eh? Running right time all the way through to Dundee where we got off, we prepared for the Wednesday.
On the Wednesday, a rather silly plan was in action as I had come up with the idea of doing Oban on Thursday, but we'd already got Virgin FC to London in the afternoon, not to worry I said, and bought a few Saver returns to Oban . Anyway, over to Aberdeen, and thence to Inverness. A quick 170 dash over to Perth and thence to Glasgow brought us on board the 1646 Glasgow Central to London Euston. Having 2 meals on board (they're lush - not travelling GNER again, Virgin Pendolino's all the way as far as I'm concerned now!) and shed loads of drink. Oh, and a Simpsons DVD we arrived at Euston some 10 minutes early, where I (oh, and Memorex, better not be too selfish) met up with Nick W and omega3 again - ready for the sleeper to Glasgow for the next day's bashing. I'm reliably informed scarfs are very nice for, err... well, couldn't possibly comment!!
On ze Thursday, we arrive in Glasgow some 20 minutes early and walk over to Queen Street, ready for our MENTAL (!!!!!!!!!!!!!) and HELLFIRE (!!!!!!!!!!!) bash to Oban. Much music was played on the PiePods and a few Simpsons were watched. Upon arrival at Oban, we found a bowling alley, which was shut. Damn. Ah, but not to worry, the trustworthy fish and chippie was around, while we waited for it to open, omega3 knocked on the door, "**** OFF!" was said. Nice, eh? After eating our lunch, we ventured back to Crianlarich and onward to Fort William, where the fish was once again hungry - and hence a quick Maccy D's bash, with FREE WI-FI!!!! MY LORDZZZZZZZ!!!!!! Having eaten our erm, late lunch / early dinner, we travelled back on the 1741 Glasgow - ready for our sleeper to take us back to the bustling suburbs of London. A 66 dragged it into the station, ya know. Nick took some alcohol, and ended up drunk, memorex went to bed and smelt like a skunk. Oh, sorry.... .
Arriving back in London, we nearly got taken away, back to Wembley depot where we could have stay. And now my poetry is getting on my nerves, I shall end it now before I am disturbed. Anyway, back in London. Memorex leaves us as I tell him that before 0730 you get off peak fares on Oyster, what bollocks that was . We do various bits and bobs around in London and we all return to Ipswich, only to go our different ways. Nick had a driving lesson and I was bored, so all our trespasses were scored (that sounds very illegal but it isn't, it's me just being odd and trying to rhyme as I'm being rather obsessive like that today).
Oh, and onto the Western on the Saturday. All I can say is MY LORDZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ and recite a simple phrase that Sprog recited "GET IN THERE MY SON!!!!"
I'll let someone else write the story for that.
On TUUUUUESDAY, I went to Cambridge via Bury St Edmunds on a nice little 153 bash which ran 20 minutes late due to me managing to break the door (). After arriving at Cambridge with a now very dodgy connection, a quick train ride over to London on a stopping Cambridge to London cleared two new lines for me. Meeting up with Memorex and going into the GNER First Class lounge (with a FDS London - Stevenage) awaiting a clagtastic 1400 Aberdeen, oh, with two Valenta's too. What luck, eh? Running right time all the way through to Dundee where we got off, we prepared for the Wednesday.
On the Wednesday, a rather silly plan was in action as I had come up with the idea of doing Oban on Thursday, but we'd already got Virgin FC to London in the afternoon, not to worry I said, and bought a few Saver returns to Oban . Anyway, over to Aberdeen, and thence to Inverness. A quick 170 dash over to Perth and thence to Glasgow brought us on board the 1646 Glasgow Central to London Euston. Having 2 meals on board (they're lush - not travelling GNER again, Virgin Pendolino's all the way as far as I'm concerned now!) and shed loads of drink. Oh, and a Simpsons DVD we arrived at Euston some 10 minutes early, where I (oh, and Memorex, better not be too selfish) met up with Nick W and omega3 again - ready for the sleeper to Glasgow for the next day's bashing. I'm reliably informed scarfs are very nice for, err... well, couldn't possibly comment!!
On ze Thursday, we arrive in Glasgow some 20 minutes early and walk over to Queen Street, ready for our MENTAL (!!!!!!!!!!!!!) and HELLFIRE (!!!!!!!!!!!) bash to Oban. Much music was played on the PiePods and a few Simpsons were watched. Upon arrival at Oban, we found a bowling alley, which was shut. Damn. Ah, but not to worry, the trustworthy fish and chippie was around, while we waited for it to open, omega3 knocked on the door, "**** OFF!" was said. Nice, eh? After eating our lunch, we ventured back to Crianlarich and onward to Fort William, where the fish was once again hungry - and hence a quick Maccy D's bash, with FREE WI-FI!!!! MY LORDZZZZZZZ!!!!!! Having eaten our erm, late lunch / early dinner, we travelled back on the 1741 Glasgow - ready for our sleeper to take us back to the bustling suburbs of London. A 66 dragged it into the station, ya know. Nick took some alcohol, and ended up drunk, memorex went to bed and smelt like a skunk. Oh, sorry.... .
Arriving back in London, we nearly got taken away, back to Wembley depot where we could have stay. And now my poetry is getting on my nerves, I shall end it now before I am disturbed. Anyway, back in London. Memorex leaves us as I tell him that before 0730 you get off peak fares on Oyster, what bollocks that was . We do various bits and bobs around in London and we all return to Ipswich, only to go our different ways. Nick had a driving lesson and I was bored, so all our trespasses were scored (that sounds very illegal but it isn't, it's me just being odd and trying to rhyme as I'm being rather obsessive like that today).
Oh, and onto the Western on the Saturday. All I can say is MY LORDZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ and recite a simple phrase that Sprog recited "GET IN THERE MY SON!!!!"
I'll let someone else write the story for that.