Leicester.
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slemslempikeI went to Leicester for the weekend with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chiasmata to see each other and some comedy festival things. I appeared to be on one of the few routes not subjected to a rail replacement bus service, which was nice, though one train was enlivened by forgetting my plastic fork and having to use my fingers to eat my pasta salad*, and then by a visit to the train lavatory where the strong smell turned out not to be emanating from the toilet itself, but from a pool of urine that had been collecting in a corner, until the train changed angle, at which point it began to lap at the bottom of my jeans, which was traumatic.
Katie met me in the station car park, though Leicester railway station turned out to be almost entirely surrounded by car parks, so this took longer than expected. The hotel was sweet, with information about having to run the sink tap on hot in order to make the shower work, and wallpaper on the back of the door, but not the walls. We saw Juliet Meyers, whom I liked mostly because she too did Women's Studies; half the comedians who were supposed to be at the Comedy Cafe because they were apparently accidentally in Oakham; Pappy's Fun Club; Isma Almas and Jaik Campbell, whom I did not like one bit.
I have been enjoying drawing people's interests. It is never too late to submit! I also did some work, mostly reading three chapters of a book about girlhood and then trying to copy up my notes, made more difficult by not being able to read my own handwriting. Tomorrow I will WRITE. Probably. Now I am trying to decide whether to have a bacon sandwich, roast chicken or a sausage and apple pie for my supper. The trouble is that they will all involve me getting off the sofa.
This weekend I will be in the house all alone, because Alice and Jen are going to Redemption. Usually I am the one who is away, or we are all away together. This will probably be the longest period of time I've been alone in the house for the last four years. I hope it doesn't go badly wrong.
* Worse yet, I later discovered that I hadn't forgotten it, merely put it in my pocket.
chiasmata to see each other and some comedy festival things. I appeared to be on one of the few routes not subjected to a rail replacement bus service, which was nice, though one train was enlivened by forgetting my plastic fork and having to use my fingers to eat my pasta salad*, and then by a visit to the train lavatory where the strong smell turned out not to be emanating from the toilet itself, but from a pool of urine that had been collecting in a corner, until the train changed angle, at which point it began to lap at the bottom of my jeans, which was traumatic.Katie met me in the station car park, though Leicester railway station turned out to be almost entirely surrounded by car parks, so this took longer than expected. The hotel was sweet, with information about having to run the sink tap on hot in order to make the shower work, and wallpaper on the back of the door, but not the walls. We saw Juliet Meyers, whom I liked mostly because she too did Women's Studies; half the comedians who were supposed to be at the Comedy Cafe because they were apparently accidentally in Oakham; Pappy's Fun Club; Isma Almas and Jaik Campbell, whom I did not like one bit.
I have been enjoying drawing people's interests. It is never too late to submit! I also did some work, mostly reading three chapters of a book about girlhood and then trying to copy up my notes, made more difficult by not being able to read my own handwriting. Tomorrow I will WRITE. Probably. Now I am trying to decide whether to have a bacon sandwich, roast chicken or a sausage and apple pie for my supper. The trouble is that they will all involve me getting off the sofa.
This weekend I will be in the house all alone, because Alice and Jen are going to Redemption. Usually I am the one who is away, or we are all away together. This will probably be the longest period of time I've been alone in the house for the last four years. I hope it doesn't go badly wrong.
* Worse yet, I later discovered that I hadn't forgotten it, merely put it in my pocket.
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Date: 2009-02-16 08:14 pm (UTC)It was VERY grim. It was one of the nastiest things to happen to me in a public toilet.
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Date: 2009-02-16 08:38 pm (UTC)I really like Leicester - it's my home, but I have never arrived there or left there on a train. Traumatising visitors with urine is not a good (nor accurate) impression of the city and its people. I hope you've recovered by now.
*Goes off to your drawing interests post...*
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Date: 2009-02-16 08:42 pm (UTC)Leicester mostly traumatises me by being virtually impossible to get in or out of in a car, at least if one is heading towards Peterborough. You'll be on an A road, and suddenly without turning off or anything you find yourself in a residential cul-de-sac!
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Date: 2009-02-16 08:52 pm (UTC)Cambridge is rather impossible to get out of. You start travelling outwards from the centre, and half an hour later find yourself back where you started from the opposite direction. My worst experience is Nottingham. That place is its own twilight zone.
Thank you. :)