Went back to Birmingham to see the folks and my sister, chill out, and generally not do much else. It was good, just what the doctor ordered. And it only took me 4 hours to get back to London instead of the usual 2.
Coach to start off, which was nice. Engineering works.
The architectural triumph that is spaghetti junction.
At least it was a nice, uplifting day.
But the papers kept me mildly entertained.
This was good last night (Satre), but not so good on the coach today (Skinner).
1 hour 45 minutes later, we arrive in Bicester North. A fascinating place, which was in no way depressing.
Fascinating. In. No. Way. Depressing.
1st train, second mode of transport. Bicester North to Marylebone.
Arrived at Marylebone at about 6.20 (3 hours after setting off) to see a nice, orderly fucking ruck to get off the platform. Holding it together. Just.
Quite enjoying stopping here and there and taking photos. It slows me down and takes the hurry out of the journey home.
Marylebone to Baker St.
Tube 2, journey 4. Baker St to Euston. More engineering works.
Taking photos is the only thing stopping me from stabbing someone in the face with my rolled up newspapers.
Tube 3. Journey 5. It's a happy place. People laughing and sharing, swapping jokes and generally contributing to an atmosphere of love and joy.
Kentish Town. 7.20pm. 4 hours after leaving Birmingham. Thank fuck.
Home.
Nice work MJ, loving the photo diary. So when are we off to Bicster North for a bit of culture?
Posted by: Aaron | February 19, 2007 at 07:42 PM
"a nice, orderly fucking ruck to get off the platform"
Sums up the travelers frustration perfectly.
Posted by: Ben | February 20, 2007 at 08:33 PM
No offense, but if there's a facebook like button, it'll be much easier for me to share.
Posted by: Elliptical reviews | November 30, 2011 at 05:03 AM