Liverpool.
I suppose my worst journeys are the ones after I've been with my boyfriend. I'm in Scotland and he's in England. I always always cry as the train pulls away and he always always pulls faces at me. He's an arsehole but I love him!

The best worst journey I've ever had though was my friend Kt's and I adventure to Liverpool to see Hi5 (Australian people from a childrens show she was obsessed with- she's 18). She'd just learned to drive so we borrowed her mum's car and off we drove with printed directions.

Everything went fine and we were even early untill we got into Liverpool. It took us an hour to find our Travel Inn, then another hour to find the area where the show was. We just had to find parking. At this point we only had half an hour to go untill it started.

As luck would have it, fifteen minutes to go and we found a parking sign. So in we went and drove through this tunnel, came out at the other end with no parking in site and had to pay a man at a ticket booth. We ended up sitting on a little street beside a shop wondering where the fuck we were and the show had started without us.

While pouring over the map I got a call from my mum and she laughed and joked, "You probably ended up in Wales knowing you two!" Looked at the map. We had only gone and ended up in Wales!

At this point Kt was really upset but I started laughing, she joined in and we headed back. Only to get lost in Liverpool. For five hours.

So our trip to Liverpool ended up with me and her, the day before her birthday, sitting in a Travel Inn eating greasy chips and watching the Matrix. Which by the way, is a really odd film.

I now have a car of my own, hehehe!
( vix0r was not Matthew on, Thu 7 Sep 2006, 23:09, Reply)