TRAINS

Some things I didn't realise about YPRs (Young Persons Railcards) that really hit home today:

• They cost £26. TWENTY SIX POUNDS!! I remember when they were £20 (and I begrudged paying that, I really did)
• They only last up til the age of 25. Which is BULLSHIT. If you're going to charge £26 for it, make it last until you're 26. This means I only have 1 year left on mine. AARRGGHH.
• Why do I have to re-fill in the form for one every year? Just give me a new railcard, the photocard NEVER CHANGES (much my my chagrin, as I look like a child on mine)

Actually, my only gripe was the first two points, the other was a minor whinge that popped into my head as I was going through. £26. I filled in the form then put it in my bag. The things I do for reduced transport. I am actually sat on a train at this very moment in time. Manceinion - Llandudno. I stop somewhere in between. Love living near Wales. I should be proficient in Welsh, really. I ain't though.
Just stopped at Newton-le-Willows (had to look at the sign to make sure I'd capitalised that in all the right places). Seeing how long I can hold out without moving my bag off the seat next to me. I hope people think that having my laptop out and tapping furiously at the keys means that I;m writing some PRETTY IMPORTANT MEMOIRS.

I have been wondering for the past couple of days whether it's okay to write a blog entry based on slagging off people you work with. Decided that it's kind of not okay. I might make up a case study. IF YOU GET WHAT I MEAN? ;) ;)
No, no one cares about that crap really. But I will say this:

I really hate hypochondriacs.

Glad we've got that out of the way. Look at that above, I started a sentence with the word 'but'. When I was about... six years old, I was MEGA at reading. I read ANYTHING that was put in front of me. I was reading The Hobbit when I was still in prep school (but this was basically only really because my brother and I had the game on the Commodore 64, and he was too lazy to read it, but the game was really good because you could type in commands and that was how the game went, so we needed to know what happened in the book in order to complete the game - this was left to me), which was a mean feat for any small child, really. Anyway, so, once (and this is some great advice that I remember) my teacher said that only THE BEST writers are allowed to start sentences with 'but' or 'and'. You have to be practically magical. Not saying I AM, there really was no excuse for starting a sentence with the word 'but' up there, JUST REMEMBER THAT ADVICE, OKAY?
I'm definitely not a good writer. This stuff is just what is bouncing around my head at any given time. Sometimes I feel like I might burst if I don't tell someone exactly what is on my mind. I think blogs only work for this if you can be bothered to actually sit and type the words out. Twitter is also good for this, tweeting doesn't even take a minute.

Just stopped at Earlestown. I don't think I had ever heard of Earlestown until I started going into Manchester on the train, which was about 10 years ago. Okay, that feels like a really long time now.

Oh no, this got boring.

BYE! X