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This is where you stick random tidbits of information about yourself.
Age 23, living in sin in Twickenham with Cheesy
Likes
Movies
Books
Writing
Theatre
Hugs
Kittens
Chess
Scrabble (mostly beating Cheesy's butt)
Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Dislikes
Vegetables
Arguments
Cleaning
Trashy TV
Pretensions
Public Transport
Pets
Rabbits-Bambi, Fern, Sooty, Pippa-all deceased
Dog-Sammy-deceased :(
Fish-CatFlap-recently (and finally!) deceased
Cat-Tiggy-still scratching
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Technically Rachel
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Monday, November 03, 2003
So then.
Had a fab weekend, apart from the disaster and general vindictiveness that it trains:
Train Evil #1: Having looked up my train times on the internet I made my way merrily to Euston station for 9pm, arriving at a healthily early 8:30pm on Friday night. Looked up at the screens to find no trace of the scheduled train. Staggered over to a ticket man (there's the leverage of a heavy bag involved here) and asked in that high pitched frantic oh so bloody typically english female way, where the bloody hell the train was. Turned out it left from St. Pancreas, which thankfully was only a 10 minute walk away. But this caused stress and panic. Admittedly, some of this was my fault for not double-checking, but since when have the trains to Manchester left from St.Pancreas?!
Arrived yuckily late in Manch, and taxied over to Tall Boy's where we gossiped and giggled until 3am, and I was abused on the strength of my apparent southern accent. Humph. The kittens were adorable as always, and refrained from pumping, which was nice.
After some lovely morning shopping (and a quick rendevous with Kitchen Table) I left Tall Boy and went for my train to Chorley:
Train Evil #2 (this is the big one) - Arrived at my platform to find I had just made it in the nick of time for a train to Chorley - I checked the TV screen to be sure it wasn't the train after, and sure enough it read the train for Chorley. Hugely busy, but found a seat. Couple of minutes - looked out the window to double check the screen and see how many stops there were, still all was well. Train set off, but I couldn't hear the announcements, cause all sodding regional trains seem to think we have ears like sodding bats. Closed my eyes for a while. Opened them maybe 20 minutes later to see the train pulling in to Widnes. Fucking Widnes!!! For those of you unaware - Widnes is NOT on the way to sodding Chorley. It is actually on the way to sodding Liverpool.
Yelled at the conductor a bit after discovering the Liverpool train had been delayed and told that I should have checked with a conductor to make sure I was on the right train. Like you do. Why the hell shouldn't the screen on the platform be information enough?!
Anyway long story short - tearful calls home, banging headache, train back to Warrington, Pappa picked me up in the car, home, delicious Chinese food, theatre.
And the theatre was wonderfully fantastic. I shall not go on too much, otherwise I shall give a reader of this blog a big head - but it was very good - certainly the best performance I've ever seen of Stags & Hens (trust me, I've seen a few!)
Caught up with Benjo, Bron, La Tete Rouge, T'Other Rach and many many more, and I left feeling very homesick for my past life of hanging round a smelly theatre, putting on plays and basically having huge amounts of fun. I genuinely wish I could still hold on to part of that. Watching all the younger ones going of to Drama School makes me hideously jealous, and suddenly regretful. I think it's just a case of 'grass is always greener'.
Parental family lunchy things on Sunday - missed out on playing a dead wife in a film, which sucked, but family time mucho important despite that.
Train Evil #3 - After frantically rushing through traffic with Popo for my train, arrived to find it had been cancelled! Eurgh. Had to get the next train, which therefore had two trainloads of people on it. Grrr. That train took 4 hours to get back to London. Dammit, that journey used to take 2 1/2 hours, now it just sucks.
Got home very late, and very grumpy - as Babba will agree.
Still - good weekend though.
7:07 pm
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