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Down in the tube station at midday

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Well, early afternoon. Yes, the many meetings were done by 12.30 or so and we legged it to Borough tube for onward travel to King’s Cross, there to catch the train back home. Must say, East Coast’s first class service is, err, first class. Like aeroplanes used to be. All comfy seats and sockets, free wifi, complimentary drinks and sandwiches and a wee neck rub and ‘extras’. OK, not the neck rub and extras. But, alas, there seems to be nothing that can stop the toilets swimming in piss. Lads, please, on a train, just sit down. You know it makes sense.

Hopped off at York and met Mandy who’d driven down. We’re off camping at the Forest of Dean. Meeting up with some internet chums of Mandy’s. How weird is that? Meeting people off the Internet. They could be mad obsessed nutters like us.

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This entry was posted on August 11, 2011 by in The Bank of Me.
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