Back to Normality?

So, back to work, and all that goes with it.

Train journey in went OK, but then I had to renew my season ticket for another month. Simple, you’d have thought – but you’d be wrong. The drongo in the ticket office printed the season ticket on the wrong ticket paper, which means that it looks like it’s invalid. So that’ll be fun for the next month then. I questioned it at ‘customer services’, who agreed it looked wrong, and said to take it back to the ticket office. Doing so, a different drongo completely failed to print out a replacement for it (I’ve no idea why, other than general incompetence), then wrote the photocard identifier on the (dodgy looking) ticket, and assures me “that’s all it needs”. Suffice to say, I’m not convinced.

Getting in to work, my pass has expired (as I was initially due to only be here ’til 25th Dec) and no-one’s bothered to extend the authorisation. Hopefully that’ll be sorted today, so that tomorrow can get back to some semblance of normality.

Other than that, because other people have used the laptop that is my main work computer, I’ve now spent most of the morning reconfiguring it to how I want it. The tossers didn’t even charge it up, they left it with a completely dead battery – and in hibernation.

All in all, not a great start to the working year…


Londinium

Well, we’re back home. Knackered, but it was worth it.

I’ll write more about the St Martins Lane Hotel on Where’s Good (and add a link here when I’ve got round to it – ooh look, there it is) but well, while it was OK, I can honestly say I wasn’t overly impressed. It’s OK – I’ve certainly stayed in far worse – but the overall impression is one that can be summarised as “Trying way too hard”.

Sound of Music, on the other hand, was bloody marvellous. I must be one of the very few people in the world who has never seen the film, so I didn’t really know what to expect – yes, I’ve seen clips, and know most of the songs, but I’d not seen the show in its entirety.

Anyway, it was absolutely great. On a techie front, the set is stunning – the way scenery changes and moves is brilliant. The rest of it, cast etc. is great too – well worth the price of the tickets, and definitely something worth seeing.


Yodel-eh-i-ooooooo

Yes, that’s right. We’re away in London tonight, seeing – and I don’t believe I’m saying this – Sound of Music at the Palladium. You just couldn’t make it up.

Oh, and then staying overnight at the über-swanky St. Martin’s Lane Hotel. As you can see, I’m being paid way too much.

Reviews of both will be provided when we return.


Brrrrrrr

Sometimes I think that the world of logic has completely deserted us – and in particular, it’s deserted train companies.

This morning in Norfolk, it was bloody freezing. BBC Weather reckoned it was going to be around -4°C overnight. The maximum temperature for today? 1°C.

So of course this morning it made absolute sense to be on a train for the cold air to be blasting out, and the heating to be turned off (or, possibly, broken)


Frost and Fog

Last night, I did the drive back from Poole to Attleborough. I left at 5, which was already a bad move – it took an hour just to get to the M27. Absolute nightmare.

Anyway, I got home at 9.30 in the end – so once things got going, I actually made exceptionally good time – the Laguna was an absolute joy to drive, and had some decent speed, which made the journey a lot easier as well.

What was surprising, though, even to a cynic such as myself, was how many drivers seemed to forget that

  1. they had fog lights on
  2. they had full-beam headlights on
    and on a couple of memorable occasions
  3. that they really should put their lights on once they’d left a services area.

Considering that the weather was foul – although I definitely now have no problems driving in fog – it was amazing to me just how many fucking idiots there are on the roads. I know it shouldn’t, but it did/does.

This morning it was the same thing – the entire drive was pretty much blanketed in fog, and in some areas ice/frost as well – and yet there were people (mainly in white cars/vans, which didn’t help) who didn’t even have lights on, so their vehicles just disappeared into the fog. Very scary.

All went well though, and that’s another set of ticks in the “Done That” list – but jesus, people scare me.


Drive

Well, the drive down to Poole actually went really smoothly. Met up with colleague in Cambridge at 9.30, and we were in Poole by midnight.

Of course, we then got lost, and couldn’t find the hotel.

So we actually got in to the hotel at 1am. Knackered.

Another of those things where I can sit back and say “Yeah, I did that, and managed it just fine”.

The training course went well too (well, the first day of it, anyway) and things seem like they’re coming together at last. Then a very pleasant evening in a fantastic little restaurant – a whole seven tables, in what could almost have been the front room of a house – that I’d just come across while wandering (sounds familiar from my Amsterdam trip last year!)

Of course, there’s now the drive back tonight….


Whupped

So tired it’s unreal.

Still, could be worse. And at least the driving and so on went OK. But yes, I’m now utterly knackered. And it’s only 5pm…