Just thought this photo from msn.co.uk was sweet :D

Also, I dreamt about public transport, and from the overly large number of blogs I've written on the subject, I'm not surprised. Eek!

• The Moor Street train men, one of whom told us to go to the wrong door whilst the other touched my waist almost inappropriately and earned my scorn.
• The lady who gave us a questionnaire about trains. I wondered why she gave us a questionnaire but not the woman next to us, but then she proved she was clearly deranged by talking to herself quite obviously all the way to Banbury.
• The couple and the train cleaner who helped us when Marylebone left us stranded on the train. I didn't feel ready to drive back off to Birmingham at that point.
• The women who threw female-I'm-thinking-bad-things-about-you-but-will-smile-anyway glances at us for talking in the toilet. Oh and the old lady with a stick I nearly ran over on the way in.
• The various helpful London bus drivers and their nifty ramps. Free riiide.
• The Evangelists who asked us if we wanted any prayers said for us. We didn't.
• Emmy, Farah, Rosa, Tarnz!
• Dominic!
• The man in Subway who wanted a lot of sweetcorn.
• The grotesque Hampstead Heath woman and her grotesque dog.
• The men driving in the 4x4 who looked at us with smug and gloating eyes.
• The girl who tried to get on the bus for free and probably needs to be shot or something.
• The man with a plastic bag on his head who told Lou she needed a hat.
• The man with a big beard who asked Lou if the wheelchair was a new form of transport. No, not really.
• The punk men.
• The man with the leather jacket who shouted 'Poo poo' to his dog.
• The man who nearly fell in the canal.
• The men in Caffe Ritazza who spent literally about 5 hours picking something to eat out of selection of about 4 cakes.
• The cheery Burger King man.
• The Burger King customer with really loud hiccups.
• The Marylebone train man who clearly hated his job.
• The woman next to us on the train home who just sat and laughed at her baby (Noah) as he destroyed everything. She read The Socialist and wore an anti-war badge. No excuse for not being able to control your child, woman.

There were some other people, like the old woman who couldn't get in the train toilet and tried to force it open (she must have been desperate), but I haven't got a good enough memory!

Also, I am addicted to Virtual Villagers.

I'm shamefully and cheekily stealing this (well, the picture is my own at least) from someone else's blog, so I'll admit my rather embarrassing lack of originality straight away. However, due to relative anonymity, I might just get away with it. If the aforementioned blogger does see it, then I hope you don't mind :)

The 'What's on your desk?' Photo Quiz!

From the bottom left-hand corner: Report on top of a pile of miscellaneous books etc. (possibly including the Psychology textbook); my mum's black bag on top of another pile of things (a pile that I should probably investigate soon); a painting; some medication; a Gameboy on top of a two address books on top of a book set behind a mirror but in front of the patronising plea I got on my 18th birthday; iPod on top of a box of pens on top of a blue box containing copper coins; a mysterious tin; Remegel; a necklace; an antique holepunch; a less than antique stapler; perfume; money inside the attractive/obese beige purse; invitation to Leah's birthday party; another necklace; a Tube map from 1971; a ruler; and no less than 501 German Verbs. On the wall: a drawing and two paintings by my own fair hand.

Another admission: I removed the glass containing slightly mouldy apple juice before taking this photo. Sorry.

Lucy

xxx

Saturday 1st March:

10:48 - Arrived at Cambridge train station. The train to Birmingham was cancelled. Damn.

11:15 - Got on the train to London King's Cross. I had to buy another ticket so I could go through London. Damn.

12:05 - Got to London King's Cross. Went to the Northern Line platform, but it was closed. Damn.

12:07 - Went to the Victoria Line platform. Had to queue to get onto the platform as there was no standing room anymore. The queue was 5 people thick. Missed the first train due to overcrowding (and this is the Tube!). Damn.

12:20 - Got to Euston station. No trains unless you want to go to Watford Junction or Hemel Hempstead. Damn.

12:25 - Back on the Tube.

12:40 - Got to Marylebone station. A train is going to Birmingham. Yay! It's in 40 minutes. Damn.

13:20 - Got on the train to Birmingham. Is very packed. Damn.

14:20 - Texted Ben to say I'd be an hour, approximately. Yay!

15:20 - Am sitting very very still in a remote part of nowhere. The train doesn't seem to be going very fast or far. Damn.

16:00 - Arrive in Birmingham. Yay!

The time it took to get home, however, gave me a chance to eavesdrop on everybody's conversations. I heard things about Wales, jumble sales, L'Oreal, Madeira, Christmas Eve, bearded tits, the capital of Estonia, Nottingham Trent, winter weddings, the Ministry of Defence, Somerset, nail varnish and somebody's grandmother's funeral. Oh and a man burst into song very enthusiastically as we were pulling into Acock's Green.

Lucy