Man in a Hat Stalked by Wannabe DJ`s in Tracksuits
Squished Sardines The weather forecast is so bad I decide to pack my Factor 30! The bus is on time, affording me the opportunity for breakfast at The Plaza before meeting up with my travel companions, Stafford and #39. Coffee, bacon sandwich, toasted teacake, sorted. We get to Piccadilly to find that the train we’re booked on (which included seat reservations) has been cancelled. The decision not to book travel assistance is regretted, and a lesson we seem to have to learn over and over again. Even if the trip looks simple, you just can’t predict what the rail system might throw at you. In addition, having someone in authority to hand who knows exactly what is going on, is invaluable. After being sent from pillar to post 3 times, I eventually establish that we now have to catch the Middlesbrough train from platform 13, and that someone there will help us. We deliberately booked on a train that would have avoided platforms 13 and 14, so we’re back to sq...