So it’s raining, I’m late, & I’m going for a bus. From London to Oxford. 2 places I don’t want to be.  I have no idea where to get the bus, but after some ‘24’ esque phones calls, I find my way.

So after my troubles, I’m relatively happy to be sitting down.  I even have half a chocolate bar and some Irn Bru to consume.

My music player is broken. So, alone with my thoughts… hmmm

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I was about to write about a bus journey from a few days ago, but I may as well write about my current situation.

Sitting on the train. I was sitting nice and cosily in the corner, table to myself, laptop out… all looking good.

“Did you reserve that?” said in a shite Yorkshire accent, where seemingly they only and always emphasise the last word of every sentence.

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