Late night train ride. Silent. A few members of crew the only sign of life, the rest of the passengers lie down, heads lolling around, as still as the dead.
I’m so tired. I’d love to be able to sleep like they do, but, sleeping on public transport freaks me out yuo see. No-one to look after my luggae.
Could miss my stop. Well, not this time as this train terminates at my stop. But, you catch my drift. I write to keep myself awake. Keep my mind focused. The can of Kronenbourg I’ve purchased will be counter productive to my efforts of alertness more than likely, but it feels needed.
Had such a busy day today. Up at the crack of dawn, and by crack I mean 7am BST. That is to say that dawn had already, well, dawned.
Met up with some people in the midlands. As a northerner this required a two hour trip each way (hence the early awakening) and minus £25 from my bank account. Totally worth it.
These people of which I speak…I’d never met them before. Not a single one of them. I’d spoken to two of them prior to going but never physically met either of them.
I got to the midlands, Birmingham to be specific, at 11am. And by now I thought the nerves would have kicked in but, to my surprise, the hadn’t. I just wasn’t nervous. This is a great improvement for me all things considered. Meeting new people is always hard for me, I’m shy, unapproachable, just a little awkward. Or so I thought. But this time, I knew where everyone was meeting so I found them and over to them, confident as you like and introduced myself.
Instantly I felt welcome. I guess now’s the time I tell you who I was meeting. Continue reading