bank the holiday with the real stories.

So we came home on the train... Actually we spend nearly 4 hours on this poxy little motorised 2 carriage 'train'.
The real story was the boys sat infront of the girls.... One of them shown here. The train was full to busting. Ridiculous. People with small kids trying to sit down. These boys had a table. One sat opposite the other and in the seats by the window were their fucking SKATE BOARDS!!. After a while someone asked them to move the boards so they could sit down.
Guess what? They refused.
I reported them to the guard, but they did nothing. Unbelievable.

Going through Totnes? WTF? Grown men on the platform taking pictures of our train. The poxy little motorised thing. How sad is that?
Bloody train spotters (Spring is the one on the left with the zip up anorak)


Then tonight....... I saw The Beautiful South at the Colston Hall Bristol. The sound was crap. But they were very animated and lively and I sang along.... I'm getting old.

But the Real Story was this woman in the blue nightdress thing. She was there with a group of very drunk 30-40 year old women. The rest of them had been hauled out for a talking to by security at this point.
They were sat just in front of the lighting technicians and they were jumping up in front the lights drunkenly making bunny pictures in the lights and dancing. This particular light was the one on the lead singer who had rather odd light images for a while.
Jeez, I was expecting them to take off their bras. Far more suited to a Robbie Williams concert.
And on that note, goodnight. Hope your Bank Holiday was cool too.