Wow, I've been writing a lot today. For anyone who is reading this, hope you're enjoying it, and if there are parts you are finding boring, I apologise. I want to put as much detail in as possible, as this is my travel diary. Still in Internet Cafe in Edinburgh. Got 45 minutes left, but want to head to the station sooner than that. Someone has coming in smelling very strongly of pot. Hope they find a further away computer. Luckily, all the other ones in my row are broken, so have a fair bit of privacy. Oh, and I've just changed the comment settings - previously, you could only comment if you were registered. Now, anyone can comment, but I am moderating it. Though, if you read my last post, you may wonder at my ability to stay moderate... But do comment - I love the comments!
My fingers are about to freeze off. Right, so, Sunday morning, my train was leaving for Edinburgh at 9:10 from Kings Cross, so up early, quick shower and coffee (thanks again, Dukes!) and I headed to the tube. Very interesting to see who is travelling at that time... I spend my trip playing "Working. Partying" I game I invented, where I looked at everyone who came in and decided which they were. OK, not a great game, but it entertained me. Oh, and especially for Jay and Georgie if you are reading this, there are a magnificent number of denim suits in this town. I saw one which was acid wash and wanted to take a photo, but thought I might get beaten up. He was tough as.
At Kings Cross, I giggled to myself at the number of people standing and staring at a board until I realised that they hadn't put platform numbers on the trains. So, I grabbed an accidentally far too large coffee and stood watching the board. About 5 minutes before I was due to leave, they put a platform number up, the wrong one, just for fun, and we all jumped on. Quite empty train, nice. Although, just when I got seated, they moved the entire carriage. Annoying, but fine. Due to rail works, I had to get on a bus at Darlington, then a train at Newcastle. The bus was average, but both rail trips were lovely. I arrived at Edinburgh at about 2, David met me, lovely to see him. We jumped on a bus back to his flat - it is great! It's on Gorgy Road in Gorgy, and it's just great! His housemate, Rachel, is sick, and decided to stay at her sister's place, so David sacrificed his bed (which is the most comfortable bed IN THE WHOLE WORLD. Sorry, just went a bit Danny Katz) and slept on hers in his sleeping bag. I had a quick shower, did a quick wash, and whilst we waited for the wash to finish, David made me a great cup of tea and we checked some Internet stuff. If you would like to see some strange things, go to Youtube and put in Stephen Fry vs Jay Z, or Eddie Izzard Lego. We then headed to a pub for dinner - I can't remember what it is called, will need to check, and then for another quick drink at a very cute place nearby. They had the darts on. So, despite the fact that I was feeling a bit average and coughing, I was very excited. And it was the final. The guy who won has a tattoo on his dart throwing arm naming it "Power", and unless I am very much mistaken, his other arm is called "Glory". Which led to an extremely inappropriate conversation for David and myself that I shall mention no more. Then, we headed back to his flat, watched some telly, including some "Never mind the buzzcocks", a music quiz show I loved when I lived over here, and turned in for the night.
I would greatly like to write about the yesterday and today, but my fingers are completely numb, so I am going to head to the train.
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Wow! So much to read! I love that. Like getting a letter that lasts multiple cups of tea. I read the posts backwards. In order, not like reading backwards like some freak Satanist. Why? I do not know.
ReplyDeleteYou are describing the cold extraodinarily well. I feel I should go pop on a cardy.
Jello! Of all the things you are seeing and doing. Think of me and my sexual addiction to the dulcet tones of the Scottish brogue, when you converse with the locals in Edinburgh next. Or don't, actually, no, that would be weird...
Well, the only exciting thing I've done here is go to THE CRICKET!! Yes, can you believe it? All I could think of was the day we went, trained the binocs on Steve Waugh's bum (black undies under the whites *tsk* *tsk*) and read in the paps that Peter Cook had died. *sigh* Coincidentally I listened to the D-Gen cricket Playhouse: "Short Middle Leg" (cakking myself) while there. I highly recommend it, it's on no.12 if you're playing along with your ipod.
Well.. Chookas! And other slightly innappropriate sign-off catch phrases!
Love Prue (forgot to sign in)
You could have a drink at Mathers Pub just off Princes Rd, opposite end to Waverley Station!!! Unfortunately it's not mine...
ReplyDeleteWell, I did have a drink at a couple of the pubs in Edinburgh, but not yours (or your namesake, at least!)! Not that I can actually remember what the names of the pubs were, as it happens...
ReplyDeleteAh, cricket. Apparently we're playing badly. David took great pleasure in hassling me about it. Although, I'm quite happy bout it - I hate the Australian cricket team, they are such bad sports. It might not be so bad since Warney and crew left - and speaking of which, seen it yet (Shane Warne, the musical, that is)? It's great, I loved it!