- 1:10 pm - Fri, Sep 28, 2012
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the train from cardiff back to southampton last night featured the most delightful selection of scumbags, reprobates and mass murderers I’ve ever shared that train with. something happens around trowbridge, I’m sure of it. everyone who gets on the train is increasingly inbred and all round unpleasant. last night, the prime specimen I’m thinking of had the word ‘cunt’ tattooed on his cheek and spat at an old lady. lovely.
I got home, with a heavy mind, making sleeping hard for the second night in a row. my sleeping has been much better since I started running, but I haven’t been running for over a week. getting withdrawal.
then a 4.45 am wake up call. mad dash to the airport. wrong boarding passes. I forgot my wallet. stepdad got lost in the airport, and forgot his wallet and his jacket. ran through the airport making the flight by three minutes. a hen group accidentally picked up my luggage and took it with them. mum and stepdad bickering seemingly constantly.
finally, we get to the hotel. I’ve got a pint and a swimming pool.
wonkiest weekend ever. its not even saturday yet.