Missing trains.
I'm going to keep this brief.

Once upon a time a 'friend' of mine went on the train to that big London in order to meet someone she had got to know through a website. This website was entirely made up of very odd folk - most of whom were to be found in the UK but some even lived further afield, like Norfolk.

After chatting for a long while my 'friend' decided to meet this person - mainly because they were planning to do a car-share on an impending trip to meet up with other strange interweb folk.

The day arrived. A return ticket was purchased, the train was caught. 'Friend' made her was to the Tate Modern. In time the website person turned up.

They drank coffee. They looked at art.

More importantly they went to the pub.


And time passed.


They made their farewells and both returned to their railway stations.

They discovered they had both missed their last train.

They were stuck. In London. Overnight. With each other.

A hotel room was sought and found.

They were adult about their situation.

He was a gentleman.

They caught their trains the following afternoon.

The End.
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Thu 29 May 2008, 15:58, 16 replies)

...
Hmmmm... no idea who they might be...
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Thu 29 May 2008, 15:59, closed)

I told you.
My 'friend'.
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Thu 29 May 2008, 16:01, closed)

Hmm
I have my suspicions...
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Thu 29 May 2008, 16:01, closed)

only the end of the chapter, surely...
looking forward to chapter two ...
(TheWeeWitch hasn't been here much recently .., Thu 29 May 2008, 16:01, closed)

Hehe!
I believe the gentleman was a gentleman but the lady was no lady.
( girlinthehole, Thu 29 May 2008, 16:04, closed)

@ TWW
I know you're only after the unexpurgated version.
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Thu 29 May 2008, 16:04, closed)

That tale sounds very familiar....
...but I can't quite place it?
(Bicycle Repairman "you're also a bit of a wanker", Thu 29 May 2008, 16:07, closed)

absolutely, my dear
cake?

*proffers scones, warmed and buttered*

Bribe? Not at all!
(TheWeeWitch hasn't been here much recently .., Thu 29 May 2008, 16:07, closed)

*Accepts scones*
*Refuses bribe*

My 'friend' might not be best pleased with me if I tell all the sordid details...especially the bit about how she insisted on rinsing her knickers out as soon as they got to the room because she can't bear to wear the same pair two days running without washing them.
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Thu 29 May 2008, 16:15, closed)

Ah, you should go for it...
The sordid details of this story are making for interesting reading!

Have some chocolate and wine.
(Bicycle Repairman "you're also a bit of a wanker", Thu 29 May 2008, 16:32, closed)

Your "friend"
has similar high hygiene standards to me. Dirty (ie worn) knickers - no no no.

PJM says you should tell all. Aaah go on, go on, go on. You know you want to ...

*offers chocolate cake, still warm from the oven*
(TheWeeWitch hasn't been here much recently .., Thu 29 May 2008, 16:38, closed)

But how
does rinsing your knickers in the sink make them clean enough for them to be acceptable? Do you use one of those little soaps?

I can't really relate mind, I once travelled round the world for three months with four pairs of pants. (cue chorus of "four pairs! you posh bastard! I spent six months in the mongolian desert with terminal diarrhoea and a small thong")
(Bazongaloid, Thu 29 May 2008, 17:50, closed)

^
quite true al, though it wasn't a thong.

Aww, what a lovely story. And it has that "and they lived happily ever after" vibe. Awww. Bless.
( crackhouseceilidhband Fuck off back to Mumsnet, Thu 29 May 2008, 19:32, closed)

@ Al
Of course she used the little soap - they wouldn't be clean otherwise.

And despite the bribes and encouragement from various people, I will not give any more details.


Oh...she did tell me he was terribly polite when she decided to strip off to go to sleep - as she'd been wearing a roll-neck jumper - he gave her his t-shirt to sleep in.

I thought that was very thoughtful...and protected her modesty. She's very modest you see.
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Fri 30 May 2008, 0:03, closed)

Far be it from me.
Keep your highly arousing story. Kepp your modesty intact. Keep your dignity.

I have had the fantasmagorical, if rather pedantic and a little bit pathetic, pleasure of spotting a typo in a Chickenlady post!!

"'Friend' made her was to the Tate Modern. "

Woo and yay. At least this quashes the vicious rumour I heard that you weren't human but a spelling and grammar correction program unleashed to roam the lawless plains of the interweb by a benevolent and tech-savvy english teacher.
;-D
(Greencloud Wanted to go fishing on, Fri 30 May 2008, 8:48, closed)