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There's no other way 2003-04-08 | 7:23 p.m. Bloody train ticket sellers are bleeding fucking useless. "Hello, I'd like a return to Watford Junction please," "Right. Where would you like to change?" "Um...where IS there to change?" "Do you want to change at Euston or *something or other muffled by the loud BING-BONG of an announcement*?" "Eh? I dunno. I've never been there before..." "YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE YOU'RE GOING!? BLAH BLAH BLAH RANT RANT BLAH!" I decided on Euston there and then, as the man had taken on an expression which can only be described as a rabid dog, and there was a queue of people behind me waiting to buy their tickets. It's not my fault I didn't know where to change. Fuck's sake. It was nice seeing people again though. We went to a park and then to a pub and it was just lovely. |
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