Well now I've done it. The post today brings me a shiny train ticket. Which says in big letters "not refundable", so looks like I'm going to have to go through with my plans.
I'm scared, and excited. But mostly scared.
To normal people it's probably quite simple.
Train to that there Londinium.
Tube to teh Misty house. Hello Misty, how are you today?
Fun, fun, fun! Sun sun sun.
To me it's all very terrifying. But I must do it if I am to beat the mental gremlins. I want to, but it's coming closer to the cliff edge than is perhaps safe.
To add to the terror, there is an element of fancy dress. I was mentally scarred as a child when the parents decided to enter me in some sort of competition, dressed as a post box. A post box made out of red paper that turned me red when it rained. I've not done fancy dress since, so this could get interesting.
Still, nearly two months left to get my sh*t together.
Anyways, as I be going to Londinium, I bring to you:
The clash - London calling
This is, of course, from before my time, as I'm only a young 'un. But I can still recognise a classic when I hear it.
Bit By Bit
3 days ago
1 comment:
I's been there before by car, but more of teh fear to do it on trains as you're not in your own bubble.
London peeps always appear to be in an angry rush to get somewhere for some reason.
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