I'm not too surprised to see that no one has posted since my last one.
I'm now in Glasgow, trying to find our dear friend Marcus Kendall. The past few days in London were great, I met lots of cool people and saw lots of cool stuff. Right before I left I went to the Comedy Place where they do the show that Whose Line is based on. It was amazing, it even had three guys that I remember seeing on the show. Live comey is cool. After that I had to sprint back to my hotel, pack my bags and get to Euston station to catch my sleeper train to Glasgow.
The ride here was long, but it could have been much longer. I get in, find my seat, and shortly after this scot who had been travelling the world got in. A potentially cool situation turned a bit sour as he started to drink a bit and then just got beligerent. He almost got kicked off the train for mouthing off to an official. So rather than deal with this guy ('cause if you were awake he was going to talk to you) I wen't to sleep. I was periodically woken up by him. Apaarently he got a couple from the back of the car to move up and chat with him. The first time I was awake they were talking about "racism" based on accent (which isn't really racism then is it?). Then the next time I woke up the lady was drunk as well, and they were yelling back and forth. He was telling her something (I couldn't really tell) and she kept yell 'Fuck you! You don't fucking know me.' They used the word fuck a lot.
So I slept the 7 hours here. It wasn't bad, it was a midnight train, so there wasn't much to see and it meant I didn't have to deal with James (the drunk scot). Although before I left the train he was sure to come by and rub my head a bunch of times. I guess he was 'taking care of me' or something. Now that I am in Glasgow I need to get in touch with Marcus. My hurried state leaving London meant that I couldn't get him on the phone (I don't even know if I can call scotland from London without doing something, but someone somewhere has a message from me saying I'm coming to Glasgow). So I don't know if he is expecting me. We'll see what happens. Worst case scenario I bum around Glasgow (which seems like a cool city) until 11pm tonight then catch the sleeper train back to London (hopefully without a drunk scot this time). Out.
I'm now in Glasgow, trying to find our dear friend Marcus Kendall. The past few days in London were great, I met lots of cool people and saw lots of cool stuff. Right before I left I went to the Comedy Place where they do the show that Whose Line is based on. It was amazing, it even had three guys that I remember seeing on the show. Live comey is cool. After that I had to sprint back to my hotel, pack my bags and get to Euston station to catch my sleeper train to Glasgow.
The ride here was long, but it could have been much longer. I get in, find my seat, and shortly after this scot who had been travelling the world got in. A potentially cool situation turned a bit sour as he started to drink a bit and then just got beligerent. He almost got kicked off the train for mouthing off to an official. So rather than deal with this guy ('cause if you were awake he was going to talk to you) I wen't to sleep. I was periodically woken up by him. Apaarently he got a couple from the back of the car to move up and chat with him. The first time I was awake they were talking about "racism" based on accent (which isn't really racism then is it?). Then the next time I woke up the lady was drunk as well, and they were yelling back and forth. He was telling her something (I couldn't really tell) and she kept yell 'Fuck you! You don't fucking know me.' They used the word fuck a lot.
So I slept the 7 hours here. It wasn't bad, it was a midnight train, so there wasn't much to see and it meant I didn't have to deal with James (the drunk scot). Although before I left the train he was sure to come by and rub my head a bunch of times. I guess he was 'taking care of me' or something. Now that I am in Glasgow I need to get in touch with Marcus. My hurried state leaving London meant that I couldn't get him on the phone (I don't even know if I can call scotland from London without doing something, but someone somewhere has a message from me saying I'm coming to Glasgow). So I don't know if he is expecting me. We'll see what happens. Worst case scenario I bum around Glasgow (which seems like a cool city) until 11pm tonight then catch the sleeper train back to London (hopefully without a drunk scot this time). Out.
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