And I'm back in the Shire!!! Quest-worthy train journey consisting of 3 hours, 3 trains and 2 spectacularly preposterous green welly women opposite me on the third one. After snoozing uncomfortably through the Richmond-Reading leg, a bit of mild entertainment from completely oblivious posh people was very welcome. One of them was wearing what looked like a grey cape trimmed with animal-fur pom-poms (a sure-fire way to antagonise me). Perhaps this was the reason for her confusion when the driver told us that at Charlbury passengers could only alight from the first three coaches, A, B and C. She asked the bloke next to me if we were in carriage C; he said yes, to which she replied "Oh yes, A, B, C, how terribly logical". Well... yeah. It's an unconventional way of listing things but it works quite well... This was just after claiming very loudly that ballerinas "never eat, because of course they're trained not to" (yeah, that's definitely how I got this figure, love). Ahhh. I love posh people. Only for purposes of personal entertainment though.
I've discovered that simultaneously watching Family Guy with the person you're talking to over the internet is waaaaay more fun than it sounds. (I'm actually doing it right now, and I haven't even got my usual glass of wine in my hand. So you see I must be right.) I mean, Family Guy is always frickin hilarious but there's just something about being able to quote to each other what's literally just been on screen...
I think I'm going slightly mad actually. I don't know if it's to do with the fact I have the strangest sleeping patterns known to man, creating a sort of Dali-esque surrealist picture of real life when I actually am awake, or if I'm just beginning to take after my nan, gawd bless her. Either way, I must apologise if these posts start turning into even more random and ill thought-out junk that before... I haven't even carried on last night's musicals tangent yet, so that may have to wait again. It's my favouritest thing in the world ever though, so it won't be long. In fact, J told me just the other day that I'm slightly obsessive. Considering that whenever he asks me what I'm listening to the answer is usually "Spring Awakening" or "Rent" he's probably got a good point.
Right, now considering I've forgotten the point of this blog, what I was talking about anyway, and basically the reason I'm even still awake (oh yes; Family Guy, but that has finished now) I'm gonna bid you a fond farewell.
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I'll tell you what an epic journey back home is like! 1 hour to Victoria, humping it up the street with your slightly-too-short-handled luggage to the coach station, sitting on a coach for 3 hours next to Smelly McWon'tShutUp, humping aforementioned luggage from Digbeth to New Street, finding out you've just missed the one train an hour, waiting for the next, then having another hour's journey back to Malvern! 5-6 hours a pop...but significantly less than getting raped by the...what is it now, £41 train fare from Paddington?!
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