It has happened again and seems to every time. What I hear you cry and worry, but fear not
it is not that important but strange all the same.
This morning I was on the station and I had arrived a little
earlier than normal as I needed to call at Tesco on the way to buy some razors,
and I needed to set off quite early as it takes me a few minutes to get over
the shock of the price of mach 3’s and then my usual look unbelievable that
there is nothing cheaper.
However, I still was there a little earlier and so decided
to fish out my MP3 player and put some tunes on. I did and within a few minutes the guy who
cleans the station and I see almost every day I am there decided to pick now to
talk and discuss the impending nice day ahead.
I obliged and chatted for a while and then when he was bored of me he
departed to clean another area of the platform, so I put my earphones back in
and listened and now this is where it gets silly but there are a group of women
who get on the same train and have never so much as even looked in my
direction. Today only one of them was
there and immediately I put my earphones in, she was attempting to speak to me
and telling me all about the nice day it was going to be. So I am afraid S Club 7 had to be put again
on hold, only joking I was really listening to Paul Heaton and Jacqueline something
or other, I can never remember her last name but they are good and I enjoy
them.
I thought I won’t bother listening to the music now and
waited in silence for the train to arrive as no one else spoke to me once the
earphones were out. So I got on the
train and sat by myself and decided to pop the music on and as soon as I did
there was a tap on the shoulder and it was the guard who wanted to check the
tickets. I put the MP3 player away and
watched enviously as all the other people around me listened to their music in
peace.
Work allowed one walk around the stations today which had nothing
much to report and whilst we were at work my Wigan colleague came up with a
great idea he said for tonight and that was to go see the Mayor of Scaredy Cat
Town.
Before all that of course I had to check into my hotel and
this week I had chosen for myself the Double Tree by Hilton in Islington. About a 25 minute walk from the office and
when the weather is nice and warm it makes it doubly nice, doubly, get it? It was my first time in a Double tree or at
least the first time I can remember, I have to admit I have stayed in a few
hotels in my time so I may have done. I have
popped a quick look around my hotel onto youtube and you can see that on the
link below.
The hotel was very friendly on arrival and I must have
stayed at Hilton’s before as I have a loyalty program all set up, oh well that’s
nice. I was also given a warm cookie as I
entered which has not been saved for the family. It is a nice room, I am saying that in case
you don’t want to click the link above and have a look around.
So I left the hotel and walked down to Kings Cross which was about 25 minutes. I met up with my colleagues and we took the tube to Liverpool Street, at this point my Wigan colleague took over and led us to a kind of cafe, He said to a guy, we have come to see the Mayor and he immediately took us to a fridge door and showed us inside. Below is the picture of the guy that my Wigan colleague spoke to.
At this point I was getting a bit nervous
Once we had walked through the door we went down some stairs, I have to be honest here and not very PC but the pictures on the wall of the staircase were very transvestite in nature and I was getting very nervous and was the last going down the stairs and saying to my Glasgow colleague, are you sure about this. We finished going down and entered a pub which turned out to be very nice and not the type of place I was starting to think it was.
Apparently the pub is themed on some episode of Cheers where one of the characters talks about the scaredy cat but I have to admit to being ignorant of this entirely.
We had a nice meal and a drink and we left. We all huddled once outside and it was agreed that we would walk to the Thames which we did and then along the Thames foreshore before heading back north. Following a brief pause in the Cheddar Cheese pub on Fleet Street we carried on North and despite leaving the pub at 10:15 p.m. the walk was quite an extensive one back to the hotel and I arrived back in my room at 11:25 p.m. My step guide tells me that I walked over 23,000 steps which is the most I have done in one day and it calculates to almost 10 miles and a good indication why right now I am shattered as I write all this down.
Here are a couple of other photo's taken throughout the night.
This is the monument in London Town
A very dark picture of the bar at the Mayor of Scaredy Cat Town.
I have to that is all for tonight as I am so looking forward to some sleep.
Night all
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