The Day I Rode the Trains :O (Blog 18)

I won’t sugarcoat it (actually I will sometimes, to sound competent), this wasn’t a productive afternoon. That doesn’t matter, though, as I can still write about it, which is something, isn't it? So, I started the day, looking forward to meeting a fellow comedian, in London to have a chat. Want to know how to get to Paperchase, in Goodge Street? You’re in for a treat. Here is a tale of first rate logical thinking and surprise. I knew I had to take the train to Vauxhall, and another to Goodge Street, itself, but did YOU know, to get to the latter, you have to stop off at Warren Street, first, and take an additional train? Isn’t that crazy? Why wasn’t that mentioned in the National Rail Enquiries website? And why did the staff tell me to get off at the more distant Kings Cross, instead? Consequently, time was running out, and I had to go BACKWARDS again, and… well, who cares? This IS a boring blog, isn’t it? Amazingly I made it to my destination by transport and foot, but it seemed I was early. Five whole minutes, in fact.

My seemingly lone punctuality was making me feel smug. I beat someone to the target, even though I lived over an hour away from it. In contrast, the person I organised the meeting with was not long ago working in the area. It was time to take in the scenery of gift cards and friendly staff and relax, for at least a few minutes. After that though, I started to think… ‘I’ve screwed up, haven’t I? I'm in the wrong place.’ Anxious, I tapped into my limited source of initiative, and used my borrowed mobile phone. It didn’t let me make a call. Aargh! But that didn’t matter, because of texting technology. All mobile phones can text. However, I wasn’t using my own gadget, but my dad’s, so I was in dodgy territory. I mean the thing SAID I sent a message, but whether it did?…. Maybe not.

After about an hour, I gave up and left the shop, but sadly, I couldn’t remember exactly where I came from. I was used to the reasonably upbeat environment, but having walked just 20 meters in the wrong direction, the atmosphere changed quite drastically to almost a sense of danger. London is weird. I guess you can call it ‘vibrant’. However, I’m not completely braindead, eventually I found my way back to the local subway station. The one I came from in fact. Yes, glorious consistency. Well, I say consistency, but my following route did change a little, and yes unintentionally. If it matters, I want from old Goodgy to Warren Street, to London Waterloo, and then home. Please say it does matter.

When I got to my snug bedroom, I got an email from you know who, saying they were waiting for me, in the shop NEXT to me. Why the change, I don’t know. Anyway, the phone I was using didn’t have the internet, (I think) so there was nothing I could have done, at the time. Personally, if I was looking for someone, and I couldn’t find them, the first thing I would do is go to the place I said I was going to in the first place. But we’re both creatives I guess, and naturally this means a severe left brain deficiency. That’s just how it works. Yep today, other than me writing some music reviews, was little more than me riding the trains. But on the plus side, don’t trains produce a nice rhythm when they move? Like free drum and bass.