*Flops in chair*
Ug. I really need another me, to whom I can delegate Stuff. I'm knucking fackered! However, I suspect that I know the reason.
Anyway, I managed a fairly early start to the day (out of bed before the clock hit double figures), and walked to the station. Bought a cheap pair of sunglasses on the way, as I can't find my Ray Bans, which is vexing.
Train to Kingston, and then I wandered through M&S trying to find a pair of trousers that
Back to the station and into London. Picked up a box of Krispy Kreme's very fine doughnuts on the way through and timed the journey from Waterloo to Caledonian Road via Green Park. Jubillee line was brilliant, no problems. The Picadilly line wasn't. They'd had a comms problem earlier, and were clearing the backlog of delays... I let the first train sail past, and got on the next. When we got to Picadilly Circus, I panicked and got off as there was a bunch of football fan (collective IQ about 53) waiting to get on. Only they didn't wait, which made things interesting for the people trying to get out through that door. Thankfully, I was near another one, and waited for the next train. Finally made it! Total journey time ≈ 45 minutes... I walked to the office that's hosting the training. It's a very unprepossessing place, but I could only see the outside. Will have to wait and see the inside on Thursday.
Called matthewp and started walking in his direction, and managed to meet him on pedestrian crossing. We adjourned to the nearest Weatherspoon pub for dinner and sugary drinks, which is where I think I made a bad choice. The food was very nice, and then we went in search of a Lloyds TSB, without luck. We started on the doughnuts on the way back to his, which could also have been a mistake.
For the last four hours, my stomach has been mildly complaining. It's either due to something dodgy in the food the pub served, or a sugar overdose. Either way, I'd like it to stop before I have to make like a Roman at a banquet. o(
Still, was nice to have a chance to talk and walk, and look at people misusing airhorns and making children cry with malicious "games", courtesy of Google Video.
Far too soon it was time to leave, and I tried timing the return journey. From the outward stage, I calculated that I need to be at Walton station between 7:00 and 7:30 on Thursday morning. *Twitch* The return, however, seemed to take ≈ 75 minutes - including getting from the station to home! (I took the bus that happened to be going that way and was empty.) That gives me at least another 30 minutes to play with, but I might stick with the original timing, to be on the safe side.
One bizarre thing struck me. I was on the 19:42 to Basingstoke, yet around Surbiton I looked at the train's clock - 19:03. I was momentarily thrown, thinking that if it was 19:03, I should still be in north London, and then it clicked. GMT. Good to see that SW Trains are keeping up with things.
Still tired. Going to bed.
Anyway, I managed a fairly early start to the day (out of bed before the clock hit double figures), and walked to the station. Bought a cheap pair of sunglasses on the way, as I can't find my Ray Bans, which is vexing.
Train to Kingston, and then I wandered through M&S trying to find a pair of trousers that
- Had the correct waist measurement
- Had the correct inside leg measurement (although a small amount of flexibility was allowed here)
- Were in a colour that I can wear to work
Back to the station and into London. Picked up a box of Krispy Kreme's very fine doughnuts on the way through and timed the journey from Waterloo to Caledonian Road via Green Park. Jubillee line was brilliant, no problems. The Picadilly line wasn't. They'd had a comms problem earlier, and were clearing the backlog of delays... I let the first train sail past, and got on the next. When we got to Picadilly Circus, I panicked and got off as there was a bunch of football fan (collective IQ about 53) waiting to get on. Only they didn't wait, which made things interesting for the people trying to get out through that door. Thankfully, I was near another one, and waited for the next train. Finally made it! Total journey time ≈ 45 minutes... I walked to the office that's hosting the training. It's a very unprepossessing place, but I could only see the outside. Will have to wait and see the inside on Thursday.
Called matthewp and started walking in his direction, and managed to meet him on pedestrian crossing. We adjourned to the nearest Weatherspoon pub for dinner and sugary drinks, which is where I think I made a bad choice. The food was very nice, and then we went in search of a Lloyds TSB, without luck. We started on the doughnuts on the way back to his, which could also have been a mistake.
For the last four hours, my stomach has been mildly complaining. It's either due to something dodgy in the food the pub served, or a sugar overdose. Either way, I'd like it to stop before I have to make like a Roman at a banquet. o(
Still, was nice to have a chance to talk and walk, and look at people misusing airhorns and making children cry with malicious "games", courtesy of Google Video.
Far too soon it was time to leave, and I tried timing the return journey. From the outward stage, I calculated that I need to be at Walton station between 7:00 and 7:30 on Thursday morning. *Twitch* The return, however, seemed to take ≈ 75 minutes - including getting from the station to home! (I took the bus that happened to be going that way and was empty.) That gives me at least another 30 minutes to play with, but I might stick with the original timing, to be on the safe side.
One bizarre thing struck me. I was on the 19:42 to Basingstoke, yet around Surbiton I looked at the train's clock - 19:03. I was momentarily thrown, thinking that if it was 19:03, I should still be in north London, and then it clicked. GMT. Good to see that SW Trains are keeping up with things.
Still tired. Going to bed.