Perous Secret Diary - Keep Out: October 03, 2009

bad design #432

someone who went to design school deliberately made this happen.
train station seating from hades.

so, thought we'd be 'good' and take the train to town (instead of driving).
despite me saying after the last time (the only time) that i took the train to london, 'i will never put myself through that again'.

arrived at station 1 minute after the train had left (5 mins before the train was timetabled to leave).

during the half hour wait on the platform for the next train, a crackhead came up to us and said, 'do you have a phone?'
i was planning on saying, 'no', but realised this would sound improbable so said, 'yes'
'i've lost my phone', said the crackhead, 'can i use yours to call mine?'
'give me the number', i said, 'i'll call it for you'.
i'm more street than i used to be, innit.

there were no trains running between gillingham and meopham so we had to take a bus between stations.
on the train to gillingham someone came up and asked me, 'can you take bikes on buses?'
'i don't know...', i said, '...maybe ask someone who works on the train?'.
i was not dressed like a train conductor/ticket inspector: i just draw in the mentlers.

as the bus pulled up outside meaopham train station (a little kentish village station) the chav next to me leant over and sincerely asked, 'is this london?'
i stifled the urge to say, 'yes mate: that's fucking oxford street' and merely managed the warholian 'ur...no'.

it took 3 hours to go 70 miles from ours to london.
via train, bus and train.

i actually caught myself saying 'public transport is for poor people'.

never again.

ISEUM

mrs.perou's birthday weekend in london town.

this be the pleasant view out of our window at st.martin's lane hotel (like something out of 'moulin rouge' with the spinning lights of the collesium).
lovely hosts: the hotel gave us an upgraded room and a bottle of champagne on ice to welcome mrs.perou on her birthday.

did a little clothes shopping for the birthday girl.
then met sarah and steve and had some deener at sohohoho house.

before the main evernt: the first 'junior boys own' party in 20 years.

which was great and strange at the same time.
an OLD crowd going, 'blimey, i haven't seen you in 20 years: how are ya?'

fine spinning from pete heller, terry farley and andy wetherall.
che and miranda caught us up there.
caught up with david waters too who was saying, 'i've been clubbing for 32 years'.

left at 3am (unusually early for us...but with a big, important week ahead)
NOT too worse for wear.