Where you paint crush?
Kirsty's party was really fun, we did a lot of drinking, a little dancing, and a lot of laughing at various things.
Last night resulted in many strange texts: One from Tim telling me in cryptic terms that he has applied on my behalf for Top Gear Tickets for me, and one from Nic (sat a mere 60 centimetres from me) saying simply 'Roar!' to name but two.
We managed to fit 6 of us into Kirsty's spare room (with 2 single beds- and we got 4 people on those...mostly). Mike and I shared a bed, and Mike (the other one) and Gill shared a bed. Gilly's Mike laughed in his sleep and Gilly said something amusing just as we were all drifting off, but no one can remember what it was now. My mike fell out of bed to start with; later hogged most of the bed until I elbowed him in the ribs for fear I'd fall off the bed and squash Nic laying in between the two beds. Then he trod on Lucy's head in the night, and hit Nic with his hand - quite abusive sleeping I think you'll agree. Lucy kept grabbing Nic's toes!! And Nic had an eerie 6th sense of knowing when I was awake and in pain- enough to wake up, sit up, say 'are you alright' listen to me say 'no, my tooth hurts' and then literally fall back to sleep again!
I woke up at 5am, hot and with the feeling that someone was driving a pneumatic drill into my jaw- although I had drunk what I thought was copious amounts of alcohol, enough to knock me out for the night - my tooth, or lack of, had other ideas. There was no way I could sleep, so I tossed and turned, had the brief conversation with Nic, before deciding at 6am to sleep on the floor on the other side of the bed. I got stuck. Mike had put his bags down there and I thought I could maybe slip under the bed, but it had boxes under it. It was uncomfortable and so grumpily I dislocated several limbs before getting up and leaving the room. I wander'd through the sleepy house tried the living room, which Simon had to himself but became cold...so found the utility room where I nodded off for a bit against the wall.
Several hours later we found ourselves travelling homeward. We always had the impression it wasn't going to be an easy journey. Yesterday getting there was difficult, so it wasn't going to be any better on a Sunday with fewer trains, shorter bus replacement services, fewer staff who are underpaid and overworked and lots of people to transport, and us, carrying swords and bridal outfits. Especially as before we set off, we discovered Nic had lost her railcard and ticket and so we all ransacked our bags hunting furiously and leaving late for the train, leaving nic behind to search even more. It transpired she eventually went to Northampton station, but we'll return to that story later.
Suprisingly, given all that, the trains were on time, plenty of room, and it was going rather well. I blame Matt for jiinxing it on the bus from Leicester to Nuneaton though 'this isn't that bad, it's not that far at all'. Thankyou Matt. Nuneaton station, the train in the platform ready to go. Gill and Mike went on ahead of us and we lost them but found a carriage...with a body on the floor.
We think the man was just sleeping...deeply...he looked like he was breathing...but he was curled up in the doorway. No one else seemed bothered. When I say no one else, I mean the only other man in the train...who thinking about it could have possibly murdered him. Anyway, we sat and waited, and waited and waited. Mark helpfully told us we were leaving later than advertised.
I got a text from Gill who told us what carriage she was in, I replied with 'we have a potential dead man in ours'; she replied with 'we have annoying girls debating whether spring is a season. Perhaps wish they were dead!'
It was then that the driver announced there was a technical problem with the train and we would leave shortly. Matt could no longer stand the temptation of the Coke Machine directly opposite our window and he and Mark braved the risk of leaping out of the train (coke advert stylee) and grabbing a Coke before leaping back on again...much to the amusement of potential murderer sat next to us.
Then the train driver announced the train on the platform next to us would 'be leaving first' - does this mean we need to let it leave? or we need to get on it to leave?
'Attention everyone, this train is NOT leaving any time soon, please get OFF and go over onto the other train'
We left potential murderer and dead body to quickly take the hint and leave. Why they stayed I don't know. Why the guy who was 'sleeping' didn't wake up at all, despite the intercom beign loud and us being loud I also don't know, furthering my suspicion that he was either dead or unconscious and maybe now in hindsight we should have checked.
We got onto the Virgin train and most of it, it transpired was First Class, we along with everyone else, feeling arsy about our journey just sat down, until the intercom told us that we would have to pay a surplus of £10 to sit there when the inspector came round - they so have cameras hidden on those trains, they KNEW what we were doing. We all moved....down the train to find...NIC. She left 45 minutes after us, at a different station, on a different line, and ended up on the same train as us having changed at Rugby. That if nothing else, shows how fucked up our rail system is.
Nic and I proceeded to annoy everyone in our carriage by looking at the photos from last night on her camera, which made a noise every time you looked at a new one. Occasionally the noise was accompanied by me laughing, and phrases such as 'Gorilla Dancing' and 'Tim Burton bride'. Gilly, aghast that I had deleted the text about paintbrushes the other night, sent me another, equally apallingly spelled text: 'Where your paintcrushes?'
We were just all so relieved to get back after what feels like a few days travelling constantly with corpses and murderers, and the weird people we came across in the process too like the guy on the floor...
Last night resulted in many strange texts: One from Tim telling me in cryptic terms that he has applied on my behalf for Top Gear Tickets for me, and one from Nic (sat a mere 60 centimetres from me) saying simply 'Roar!' to name but two.
We managed to fit 6 of us into Kirsty's spare room (with 2 single beds- and we got 4 people on those...mostly). Mike and I shared a bed, and Mike (the other one) and Gill shared a bed. Gilly's Mike laughed in his sleep and Gilly said something amusing just as we were all drifting off, but no one can remember what it was now. My mike fell out of bed to start with; later hogged most of the bed until I elbowed him in the ribs for fear I'd fall off the bed and squash Nic laying in between the two beds. Then he trod on Lucy's head in the night, and hit Nic with his hand - quite abusive sleeping I think you'll agree. Lucy kept grabbing Nic's toes!! And Nic had an eerie 6th sense of knowing when I was awake and in pain- enough to wake up, sit up, say 'are you alright' listen to me say 'no, my tooth hurts' and then literally fall back to sleep again!
I woke up at 5am, hot and with the feeling that someone was driving a pneumatic drill into my jaw- although I had drunk what I thought was copious amounts of alcohol, enough to knock me out for the night - my tooth, or lack of, had other ideas. There was no way I could sleep, so I tossed and turned, had the brief conversation with Nic, before deciding at 6am to sleep on the floor on the other side of the bed. I got stuck. Mike had put his bags down there and I thought I could maybe slip under the bed, but it had boxes under it. It was uncomfortable and so grumpily I dislocated several limbs before getting up and leaving the room. I wander'd through the sleepy house tried the living room, which Simon had to himself but became cold...so found the utility room where I nodded off for a bit against the wall.
Several hours later we found ourselves travelling homeward. We always had the impression it wasn't going to be an easy journey. Yesterday getting there was difficult, so it wasn't going to be any better on a Sunday with fewer trains, shorter bus replacement services, fewer staff who are underpaid and overworked and lots of people to transport, and us, carrying swords and bridal outfits. Especially as before we set off, we discovered Nic had lost her railcard and ticket and so we all ransacked our bags hunting furiously and leaving late for the train, leaving nic behind to search even more. It transpired she eventually went to Northampton station, but we'll return to that story later.
Suprisingly, given all that, the trains were on time, plenty of room, and it was going rather well. I blame Matt for jiinxing it on the bus from Leicester to Nuneaton though 'this isn't that bad, it's not that far at all'. Thankyou Matt. Nuneaton station, the train in the platform ready to go. Gill and Mike went on ahead of us and we lost them but found a carriage...with a body on the floor.
We think the man was just sleeping...deeply...he looked like he was breathing...but he was curled up in the doorway. No one else seemed bothered. When I say no one else, I mean the only other man in the train...who thinking about it could have possibly murdered him. Anyway, we sat and waited, and waited and waited. Mark helpfully told us we were leaving later than advertised.
I got a text from Gill who told us what carriage she was in, I replied with 'we have a potential dead man in ours'; she replied with 'we have annoying girls debating whether spring is a season. Perhaps wish they were dead!'
It was then that the driver announced there was a technical problem with the train and we would leave shortly. Matt could no longer stand the temptation of the Coke Machine directly opposite our window and he and Mark braved the risk of leaping out of the train (coke advert stylee) and grabbing a Coke before leaping back on again...much to the amusement of potential murderer sat next to us.
Then the train driver announced the train on the platform next to us would 'be leaving first' - does this mean we need to let it leave? or we need to get on it to leave?
'Attention everyone, this train is NOT leaving any time soon, please get OFF and go over onto the other train'
We left potential murderer and dead body to quickly take the hint and leave. Why they stayed I don't know. Why the guy who was 'sleeping' didn't wake up at all, despite the intercom beign loud and us being loud I also don't know, furthering my suspicion that he was either dead or unconscious and maybe now in hindsight we should have checked.
We got onto the Virgin train and most of it, it transpired was First Class, we along with everyone else, feeling arsy about our journey just sat down, until the intercom told us that we would have to pay a surplus of £10 to sit there when the inspector came round - they so have cameras hidden on those trains, they KNEW what we were doing. We all moved....down the train to find...NIC. She left 45 minutes after us, at a different station, on a different line, and ended up on the same train as us having changed at Rugby. That if nothing else, shows how fucked up our rail system is.
Nic and I proceeded to annoy everyone in our carriage by looking at the photos from last night on her camera, which made a noise every time you looked at a new one. Occasionally the noise was accompanied by me laughing, and phrases such as 'Gorilla Dancing' and 'Tim Burton bride'. Gilly, aghast that I had deleted the text about paintbrushes the other night, sent me another, equally apallingly spelled text: 'Where your paintcrushes?'
We were just all so relieved to get back after what feels like a few days travelling constantly with corpses and murderers, and the weird people we came across in the process too like the guy on the floor...
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