Every car journey
is shit by default, but any car journey with my younger sister is worse. Especially if my older brother, who is perfectly nice on his own, is there. All they seem to do is antagonise each other.
I've given up going to Sheffield with them when they drop him back at university there.

There's been the bus replacement services, one last week stuck on a coach between Sunderland and Newcastle at half eight in the morning, trying to weave through a stupidly busy and narrow street when it could have gone straight up the main road (which it ended up turning on to) next to the most irritating man ever, who kept shaking his head in disgust every few minutes. YES, IT'S SHIT, GET OVER IT. It took the weirdest and possibly longest route to Newcastle I've ever seen, making me continually later for my first day at college. And then when I got off I tripped over my shoelaces. Arses.

My mantra for life is 'follow where the live music takes me'. Fortunately due to a kind accident of birth I've ended up with a free train pass and I can actually do this.
We tend to end up in Leeds a lot. There's been the train journeys back on Friday afternoons when I've had to stand next to the only working toilet on the train because some planks had decided to fill all the other ones with their luggage. And then it turned out that it wasn't actually working because the door didn't shut.
There was the first time I went to London without my parents, back in June. About ten or so of us were travelling from all over the country for a gig, and then the day before everyone's arrangements were cocked up by that fucking fire near the King's Cross signalling centre. Apologies if you live there and like it, but I mean, after getting stuck there for two hours on a train when I was little after the train guard caught his hand in one of the train doors, I never liked Peterborough much anyway, but having to change there on my way into London didn't change my mind. (My dad works in a certain major train company's accountancy centre, checking balances for each station or something like that, and even they called it 'the P place' because none of them liked it) Although it was worth it, the rest of that day right up until midnight and beyond was fucking top.

And then there's every journey I've ever made on the metro. For example just take the time I was trying to get to Newcastle to 'work', there was a Northern train stuck on the platform at one station (because of how straight the track is at that stretch I could actually see it in the distance), so the metro terminated at one station and left us to get a bus to Heworth/Newcastle, but managed to spectacularly pass the buck and claim that because it was a Northern train that broke down, they weren't obliged to put on a free replacement. Despite the fact that it was categorically obvious that the metros could have got past the broken down train, the one we were on that terminated closed the doors and went off in that direction, straight past it. Bunch of cunts. And then waiting for my dad to come and pick me up I lay on a wall only to realise it was crawling with hundreds of red ants.

Alright, so some of them weren't that bad, but you asked. I tend to make most journeys via train and I like them usually. Either that or I've blocked the worst ones out of my mind, I still can't remember which one it was where I got off a train and got filled with urges to kiss the ground, I was so glad I was wherever I was going. At least I've never had to travel by Megabus yet...
(and now for someone completely different, Tue 12 Sep 2006, 20:53, Reply)