So. The muse gig was incredible.
And that last blog of mine, which I posted from my Blackberry while I was there, was NOT a drunk entry... thanks
The journey home on the other hand, turned out to be one of epic proportions.
As in the fact that I don't think much else could have gone wrong.
Upon the gig kick out at 11, I had an hour and 13 minutes to get to Euston station for my last train home. No problem right? No. You are wrong.
The two trains and 20 minutes it was meant to take me (ignoring the mission of getting through the crowd to the station) actually turned into 3 trains, 45 minutes and a short walk...
Which meant that I missed my last train.
Telling us that the train is held outside the platfrom due to station overcrowding, and requesting our utmost co-operation DOES NOT HELP, if you don't then tell us what it is we need to be doing TFL. Fucks sake!
I have never been in such a frustrating situation.
Sooooo... at 2am, there was a train to Watford Jct, where mum said she would pick me up. Easy. The woman is a saint.
BUT THEN.... We got stuck at Harrow and Wealdstone due to a drunk twat falling off the train.
We were there until about 3.30, at which point mum then decided she was gonna drive there to get me when the assistant wat Watford informed her it could be hours.
We got home at 5am
I'm a nightmare daughter. What a fucking joke.
The kick in the balls there is, I totally forgot that I could have gone from Wembley Central to Watford Jct STRAIGHT from the gig, and got a connecting train to Milton Keynes.
....This is why I should just still live in London.
FML.
And in those few hours fucking about with trains. I began to realise that right now, is the lonliest I have felt in a long time. I'm not quite sure what I do with that realisation.
I need to getout of here.
Amazing concert though.
Truely amazing.
Have some photos (stolen from my friend)
I'm done... dinner time.
And that last blog of mine, which I posted from my Blackberry while I was there, was NOT a drunk entry... thanks
The journey home on the other hand, turned out to be one of epic proportions.
As in the fact that I don't think much else could have gone wrong.
Upon the gig kick out at 11, I had an hour and 13 minutes to get to Euston station for my last train home. No problem right? No. You are wrong.
The two trains and 20 minutes it was meant to take me (ignoring the mission of getting through the crowd to the station) actually turned into 3 trains, 45 minutes and a short walk...
Which meant that I missed my last train.
Telling us that the train is held outside the platfrom due to station overcrowding, and requesting our utmost co-operation DOES NOT HELP, if you don't then tell us what it is we need to be doing TFL. Fucks sake!
I have never been in such a frustrating situation.
Sooooo... at 2am, there was a train to Watford Jct, where mum said she would pick me up. Easy. The woman is a saint.
BUT THEN.... We got stuck at Harrow and Wealdstone due to a drunk twat falling off the train.
We were there until about 3.30, at which point mum then decided she was gonna drive there to get me when the assistant wat Watford informed her it could be hours.
We got home at 5am
I'm a nightmare daughter. What a fucking joke.
The kick in the balls there is, I totally forgot that I could have gone from Wembley Central to Watford Jct STRAIGHT from the gig, and got a connecting train to Milton Keynes.
....This is why I should just still live in London.
FML.
And in those few hours fucking about with trains. I began to realise that right now, is the lonliest I have felt in a long time. I'm not quite sure what I do with that realisation.
I need to getout of here.
Amazing concert though.
Truely amazing.
Have some photos (stolen from my friend)
I'm done... dinner time.
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fry:
This just proves that Kai was right, you should have come drinking with us after the show 
imspectr:
Okay now I'm super jealous that you got to see Muse....AND I miss your face 