marieceleste

Evening Update

My my! What a busy day! God it feels wonderful to be productive. I certainly feel like I deserve a romp in a hotel room tomorrow night. And so I shall romp.

Anyone know of any shadey late-nite drinking dens in Sheffield?

I braved the Tube at rush-hour today, it was quite an adventure. First off I had to negotiate Moorgate station. It's a kind of obstacle course, each person racing to get the next train, or otherwise acting as an extra obstacle on the course, walking as slowly as possible and taking up the two very narrow lanes in a tunnel between platforms.

Thing is, the race is not to get home first, or make the right train. The race is to get on a train as soon as possible, 'cos the next one might be the one that breaks down leaving you stranded with a load of grumpy malcontents in a tunnel outside of Liverpool Street for 2 hours. {Shudder}

Then you get to the platform and you must guess: is this your train? Possibley, but you must stand in the doors as they try to close on you and frantically harrangue the blank-faced travellers... is this train for High-Barnett??

So I squeezed on the right train when it came along, and next is the game of Twister, all that's missing is the coloured dots and the spinning wheel. I spent Moorgate to Camden hunched up against the window, nuzzling into the back of the man in front of me. I got a wonderful view of the pipes and electronics and garbage bagged netherlands of the Underground.

After that it thinned out, I got a seat and watched over the shoulder of the goth-girl beside me playing her Gameboy Advance.

You know, I actually enjoyed it.




I will miss this lady while she is away. Come back soon dearest J.