Wednesday 18 April 2012: The unbearable wetness of being
782/365: ... when they say it's 'April showers', they mean it really is April showers. Especially if you happen to be going to Manchester where it *always* rains.
At least, it always seems to rain there every single time I've ever been. And today was no exception. It wasn't raining in Nottingham when I got on the train at 6:40 (caught it by the skin of my teeth as I'd missed the bus which left just before 6 and didn't think the slightly later bus would get me there on time)... and as I huffed, puffed and settled down for the journey, it wasn't raining. But. Lo and behold. As the tram pulled out of Manchester Picadilly, what did I see? Brollies. Lots of brollies.
One of life's little certainties, I think. Rain in Manchester.
Anyway, was in Salford today at an event about using Social Media. The venue itself was pretty nice - the new MediaCityUK place where the BBC are based. All swish and posh and lovely newness. But still rainy. It was one of those places where I felt slightly too scruffy to sit down!
By the end of the day, however, I had one of my classic 'been concentrating too much and am too tired' migraines, so the journey home on the train was slightly tortuous. Made more so by some odd guy with a VERY pronounced Liverpuddlian accent accompanied by a weird glottal stop / spitty throat-clearingy thing who was intent on shouting so loudly that every town and village we passed by could hear him. Trains are not fun. I feel a rant coming on... *clears throat*
1. They're non-stop noisy
2. There's always at least one person on the phone being very loud and very annoying and their phone will never lose a signal even in the longest tunnel
3. The floor vibrates and makes you feel like you have pins and needles in your feet
4. The lights are on a-a-a-a-all the time
5. There's always at least one bloke / woman with too strong smelling perfume / deodorant on
6. And at least one other with none who is making up for it with their own body odour
7. You can never find your ticket when they go to check your ticket
8. You can guarantee that there will be someone with headphones on with tsk-tsky-tsk-tsky music hissing out just distorted enough that you can't quite recognise the tune
9. There's always heat blasting your ankles
10. And if you have a seat booked, it'll be facing the wrong way.
... which is why I hate trains.
Am now officially pooped. Got home, cooked dinner and plonked myself in a chair.
PS If I could have blipped the kids doing insane 'leaping off the mantelpiece onto the sofa wearing nothing but a pair of plastic shopping bags on their arms whilst flapping', I would.
PPS They have reached new heights of being dangerous
PPPS So proud. :o)