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(, Wed 8 Apr 2009, 12:35)
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After an open bar Christmas do a couple of years ago I managed to get on the wrong train, fell asleep, and woke up in Oxford at 3am.
I live in Finsbury Park.
Still made it in for 9:30 the next day like the little trooper I am.
(, Tue 14 Apr 2009, 10:05, 1 reply)
I am more than slightly impressed. You did well to end up in Oxford, I didn't even know you could get a train there from Finsbury Park!
(, Thu 16 Apr 2009, 20:23, closed)
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