Brief summary of the past 24 hours:
Now about to head to Hull. What could possibly go wrong?
(No, seriously, I could do with some forewarning here...)
- A steam train set the East Coast mainline on fire, making us late into London.
- Amanda Fucking Palmer fucking rocked. As did her many many friends. (Unless Patrick is reading this, in which case it was rubbish and Monday will be far better.)
- We nearly got gassed to death by toxic carpet fumes in a hotel room. (Which also lead to Club AC fail - will make it next time, honest...)
- Kraken with a bananananana in it. (Possibly served to us by Maisey.)
- Kez talked us onto an earlier train (and then into first class) which meant we narrowly avoided EDL madness at Kings Cross, and trains getting turned back at Peterborough.
- The lovely East Coast staff who took pity on us declared me to be a jinx, and are now booking their days off around the times I'm next travelling by train.
Now about to head to Hull. What could possibly go wrong?
(No, seriously, I could do with some forewarning here...)