h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Well, I'm on the train as I write this tail into my palm, as interesting as it sounds there are more horrible things that could have happened but today speaks of a very DoctorMOish outing in which:

I wake up, 7:05am, "Oh ####" Oh no missed my very early train, I even went to bed at 9pm for god sakes to catch! Oh dear, Oh Dear!

Out of bed get ready, I can still get on a train if I explain that I missed my train, right ready, no belt no towel, my sisters had her friends over again and things disapear. I pack a spare towel. I phone a taxi as it arrives I check to make sure I have money and my debit card. Both gone and a waiting taxi. I rush back in doors to do a quick frantic search of my room in case of dropping it. nope. I have to tell the taxi to leave with my apoligies. Oh bugger this is turning into a real slog. little did I know.

At this point I'm worried, I search more for my debit card. more and more the stress on my stress builds up my pants fall further down and I decide to to check at work, since I had it out at work on the friday. bit a cycle later, not at work. rush back home do some more searching, pick up my cheque books and decide to go to the bank... my bank is near were I work another 3 mile cycle, closed, bugger. 4 miles cycle to the widnes branch, closed. so I get so disheartened at this point, I'm thinking I'll never get to the meet, I have no money, no ticket and no backup. But I feel that the world can go shove, I'm getting to that meet one way or another! I ride back to runcorn were the station is, put my bike at work were I can lock it safely, go to the train station with the intention of foolishly just getting on the next euston train anyway, I was pritty pissed at this point. no money, no credit cards nothing, worthless ticket.

I calm down a little while I wait, I realise that by just getting on a train bound for some place is not the brightest idea. a Liverpool train pulls up on the other platform, i get on it with the neat idea of seeking an open HSBC were I can get some money. I get cought on the train because I have no ticket and the train driver is sympathetic and dosn't write me a fine, I only gota send them the money for the ticket. (cross fingers)

I get to Liverpool. I ask around for the HSBC, I find it, the bluddy customer counters are closed. fortunatly the customer services isn't. so I report my card stolen and convince them to let me withdraw £100 as an emergency service. Thank god some nice people work at these places, I'm thinking of leaving HSBC, it's silly that I should have to go to Warington to get money on a saturday. I make my way back to Lime Str.

I get lost at this point, it takes me 15 min to find Liverpool Lime street again. I buy a SINGLE to EUSTON, and not suprisingly £49 for just one way, but I don't care at this point and luky for me the train is just waiting at the platform for me. (for a change)

I get on, I cry, what a struggle. I crossed the mersey 8 times, cycled over 20 odd miles and spent more money than I could afford to, I feel like life does these things to teach me a leason. either that or it just wants me to be graitfull I get to go to the meet.

*Monday (i.e today)*

Well today I got switch card for my other bank account, should my other one get nicked. I have also asked for a credit card so I can stick it in a lead box and curse at it. lets hope these precautions can avoide the absalute cr*p next time. *sigh*

-- DoctorMO --

sounds like u had fun...

.... from the oncoming that il get thrown at me.....>>>>

OMG even you stress got stressed out I trust hope dawned anew today



Jonathan

Born again almost

-- DoctorMO --

How was Euston station? Typically Blues Shark found the message after we'd parted. I'll let you go and beat him to death.

Ah it was ok, I read compleatly the stainless steel rat, met some more interesting people going to liverpool, had somthing to eat.

-- DoctorMO --

Glad to hear that you weren't sitting there cursing the names of those of us who had to go home. I was so shattered that I feel asleep through half of Barbarella!

Oh well. I met Dr St Justin and er, his friends (god my memory is bad for names) but they couldn't stay long, infact I got a slight impresion that they rather didn't like me at that point and wanted to get away as fast as posible.

-- DoctorMO --

Dr MO sound s like a real testing time i dont think i could handle all that messing around it would just really make me angry but then i dont have the most controled temper do i. Well done you.

Possibly it had just been a long weekend for everyone.

Yes, it's just a thing about me, I wanted somthing and I damb well did it.

-- DoctorMO --

You've lost me there.

Ah, most people would have quit, gone home and , but I damb well went.

-- DoctorMO --

Aha, I see. I'm glad you did - it wouldn't have been the same without you. Especially Sunday, when you are all that stood between me being me, and me being the bigest gooseberry in the world.

Ah so you were on your best behavour? for me? even with the sex shop, Oh dear I'm not that young.

-- DoctorMO --

Do you mind? It was an Ann Summers shop. Calling it a sex shop makes it sound so sordid!

You sent me away, twice! how am I suposed to grow up if people keep on being embarrased all the time.

-- DoctorMO --

What do you expect? I didn't want it all over h2g2 the next day!


Oh...

you don't trust me?

Oh wait... fair point!

-- DoctorMO --

No-one seems to be able to keep a secret round here!