Off to Leeds for a business meeting. Train leaves from Kings Cross, which is normally a one hour journey from home. A little bit of wind and rain however, seems to leave London in chaos. Nearly two hours later and two fainting ladies, I finally got to the station. The trains were an absolute nightmare. Overcrowded to the extent that, on two different trains, two different young ladies fainted right at my feet. To the extent that the station I needed was closed due to overcrowding.
I finally got to Kings Cross, much in need of my early morning coffee. Alas I had no cash. The line for the cash machine was 50 people deep. After eight years, I'm still not used to the numbers of people in London. The largest queue in BrisVegas was for a showbag at the Ekka, and (in my day) even that was only 5 or 10 deep, not 50.
Since I got to the station so late, my train was just about to leave, so I couldn't hang around waiting to get cash. I couldn't pay for my coffee with my card. I stomped onto the train and found my seat, squished in next to the largest man on the train, and had a mild tanty. I then promptly moved and discovered the one saving grace of living in a fast paced country - the train has free wireless internet access! Doesn't take much to improve my mood and make me happy. Off to read Perez now, byeeee.
