2000-11-05 - 21:12:05

More transport insanity. It�s 11.30pm. Actually, I can�t be arsed to go into it. Suffice to say, the electronic information board was either malfunctioning, or there was a particularly vicious operator trying to fuck with my mind. Like, the countdown kept going UP. What was the train doing? REVERSING?

So I�m back 90 minutes later than I thought and now it�s too late to write anything and I�m wet (I will never mock the supposed severity of the weather again) and pissed off and I need to be pandered to and bought hot tea and, er, towelled. Any volunteers? Oh well, please yourselves. I�ll go and drip dry in the corner.

No special guests. I�m too cranky.