Saturday 08 July 2006 Filed in:
PersonalAs I explained
last week, this week was always going to be busy. However, it turned out to be a whole lot busier than I anticipated! All was going well on Wednesday, and with the end of term party, I was really looking forward to a break. But since Wednesday, wow. What a mad few days - it feels like it's be another week of its own!
Wednesday evening: End of term party - Was going well 'til about half-past midnight - a friend of mine's leg decided to give in, sending her crashing down to the floor. We ended up spending an hour waiting for an ambulance (with a wheelchair and a police van in between - we did nothing wrong, but don't ask!) to go to A&E. I returned home about 3.30am Thursday morning. She still can't walk.
Thursday morning: 11am - Dress rehearsal for concert in afternoon. I was kinda tired, so it was a hard work to begin with. 1pm Concert. Went well, despite the sleep deprivation, and was well received.
Thursday evening: 7pm - recording Northern Bytes thru Skype, talking to Dan Wood of Karelia Software. iBook nearly went into meltdown, so switched it off and went for a drink.
Friday (day-time): Packing! Oh I do love packing. Especially when you look at all the piles of stuff you've sorted and then realise about 33% of it might not fit into cases.
Friday evening: 7pm - Concert to listen to at Bridgewater hall (RNCM Symphony Orchestra). Elgar 'Cello Concerto & Cockaigne Overture, Gershwin American in Paris, Resphigi Fountains of Rome was the programme. Was a great concert, with Yan Pascal Tortelier conducting. 10pm - last night of term drinks in nearby bar. Midnight - Packing continues.
Saturday morning: 3am - packing completed, time for sleep. 7.30am - reveille and breakfast. Clear out finished, and flat vacated just as taxi arrives at 11.30am.
Tip: Never come home from university by train. Especially if you have 7 heavy bags to carry without the aid of a trolley.
I arrived fine into
London Euston. But then things went horribly wrong. The buggy that Virgin Trains had requested just drove by to take some other person to wherever it is people take buggies to (in my case, the
Taxi Rank). So I took a £1 coin, and released myself a trolley. I wheeled all 7 cases up the ramp to the departures area to discover the only way to the taxi rank is down a flight of stairs. After a brief, but eventful, session of deep thought, I decided ask someone how to get to the taxi rank, and it appears that I ought to have just followed that ****ing buggy down into the bowels of Euston. So I got into the taxi and was at Waterloo after a whistlestop tour of the capital. After having paid the
£10 fare (gulp), I discover there are
absolutely no trolleys to be found at Waterloo. So I just piled my stuff up, and tried walking. No chance -
the suitcases just toppled over. A very kind American lady did help me figure out how to best stack the bags and for a short while it all appeared to be sorted. Until the lift that was just 15 metres away.... I was now in an angry mood, so just
dragged everything somehow onto the train (with the help of the guard).
Quite how I got home in one piece, I don't know. But who-ever that kind American lady was,
THANK YOU! I'd still be sat in London without her help - and that would be a great shame, as we're about to light up the BBQ. After a marathon of a day, all I've got to show you is this photo of my train arriving into Manchester before I boarded. Enjoy!
About to LeaveHosted on
ZooomrTime for a cold (preferably alcoholic) drink me thinks........ more soon :-)