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Friday 4th February 2005
Well, today there was meant to be a fireplace arriving at my house. It did arrive, but the two guys who were doing the fitting, they didn't have enough tiles . . . for the hearth, or something like that. I dunno. So, instead, M**** and I went to Sheffield to see Rob. The plan was to meet up at the Devonshire Cat (again) at . . . well, some time. That picture to the left there was taken at 14:25. We were a bit peckish by then, so M**** and I ordered some food. I think I got some kind of ham salad hoagie thing.
The menu recommending some freaky drink called something like 'Timmermans Pêche' to go with my sandwich and, yeah, it did kinda work. The ham had some connection with cider . . . what was it? I don't know. And there was loads of chutney, so the peachy flavoured beer seemed about right, yeah. After drinks and food, we went for a bit of a wander around town, me constantly chirping on about getting some decent coffee somewhere and M**** going to all these 'maternity shops' . . . well, that's not really true . . . I mean clothes stores with a range of maternity clothing. That picture to the right there was taken a couple of minutes after the other one.
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So, yeah . . . we got a bus back to Rob's house, we went to Tesco's, we had dinner, Smurf appeared, I exercised very briefly on Rob's cross-trainer (I think that's what it's called) . . . Rob Freeman popped around, then Nicole (but couldn't come in, as she was smoking) . . . yeah . . . it was all good. Then, erm . . . some minutes after ten o'clock we got this odd train back to Leeds. Actually the wrong train, but we didn't realise until it was too late. Wrong in the sense that we were travelling via Doncaster, and that wasn't what we had paid for.
Our tickets said 'Not Via Doncaster' on them . . . but the guy who checked our tickets couldn't really care less. Oh, so I guess that's what these pictures are of. Wait a sec . . . so, yeah . . . I remember. It was a huge train. Like, about seven or eight carriages but barely one person for each carriage. But it was a cool train, though. A proper old style train, where you have to open the window in order to lift the latch up to get out of the damn thing. I like that. Someone must have to come along, shutting all the doors, before the thing can leave. Those pictures in the block of three up there were taken at 22:21, 22:22 and 22:24 respectively. The picture on the right of M**** smiling was taken at 22:25.
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and then . . . more pictures from the train . . . M**** must have taken these ones. The times were 22:28, 22:28, ten twenty eight, 10 20 8, ten 20 8 and 28 minutes past ten. O'Clock. Of the Clock. It kinda passed the time, you know. Taking pictures, deleting pictures, doing the Sun crossword. As you can see, we couldn't finish it. The crazy thing is, the Guardian crossword is much easier.
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