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alexist at 12:01am on 12/11/2005
alexist at 12:01am on 12/11/2005Today was boring; I waited THIRTY-SEVEN minutes for an "every 12 minutes" bus. I heard the driver say on his radio that he was 24 minutes late leaving Golders Green; still, there should have been at least one other bus (if not 2) in that time frame!
Anyway, all was fine till I got home shortly before 20:00. I'd decided against going out to Greenwich; instead, I just got something to eat and went home to veg out in front of the telly. I fumbled for my keys and... no keys. After thinking for a moment, I decided that the best course of action would be to go to Neil's bridge club and fetch his keys. It would take a while, but it was better than the alternatives--wait in the rain or take a chance on there being something I could sit through at the Finchley Vue.
I sent Neil a text and headed off to Earl's Court. It was a Bank train, so I was in deep tunnel all the way, no phone reception. I got out of Earl's Court, headed down Barkston Gardens, and rang Neil. No answer. Repeat, repeat, repeat. I decided he'd left his phone in his bag, so I just rang the bell. Went in and asked if someone could find Neil--and he wasn't there! The people at his clihb must now think I'm barmy; I said "I'm going to kill him" as I left. (Well, wouldn't YOU be pissed off if you'd gone all the way from North Finchley to Earl's Court for nothing?)
He's never played friday night bridge anywhere but Young Chelsea so this was quite a surprise--I walked down Earl's Court Road for a few minutes trying to decide what to do. I decided to get on a District line train (phone reception, of sorts), try calling again, and if i didn't get in touch, try to find a bed/sofa of some sort.
While I was waiting for the train to leave Earl's Court, I tried phoning again--and managed to get Neil, who'd gone for a quick pint during the break. He was playing near Mornington Crescent. So I headed up there, we got our wires crossed about where we were meeting, and we went home (and had to stand all the way to Finchley Central). I spent the best part of 4.5 hours on the tube. :/
(Though I'm considerably calmer now than I was...)
Anyway, all was fine till I got home shortly before 20:00. I'd decided against going out to Greenwich; instead, I just got something to eat and went home to veg out in front of the telly. I fumbled for my keys and... no keys. After thinking for a moment, I decided that the best course of action would be to go to Neil's bridge club and fetch his keys. It would take a while, but it was better than the alternatives--wait in the rain or take a chance on there being something I could sit through at the Finchley Vue.
I sent Neil a text and headed off to Earl's Court. It was a Bank train, so I was in deep tunnel all the way, no phone reception. I got out of Earl's Court, headed down Barkston Gardens, and rang Neil. No answer. Repeat, repeat, repeat. I decided he'd left his phone in his bag, so I just rang the bell. Went in and asked if someone could find Neil--and he wasn't there! The people at his clihb must now think I'm barmy; I said "I'm going to kill him" as I left. (Well, wouldn't YOU be pissed off if you'd gone all the way from North Finchley to Earl's Court for nothing?)
He's never played friday night bridge anywhere but Young Chelsea so this was quite a surprise--I walked down Earl's Court Road for a few minutes trying to decide what to do. I decided to get on a District line train (phone reception, of sorts), try calling again, and if i didn't get in touch, try to find a bed/sofa of some sort.
While I was waiting for the train to leave Earl's Court, I tried phoning again--and managed to get Neil, who'd gone for a quick pint during the break. He was playing near Mornington Crescent. So I headed up there, we got our wires crossed about where we were meeting, and we went home (and had to stand all the way to Finchley Central). I spent the best part of 4.5 hours on the tube. :/
(Though I'm considerably calmer now than I was...)
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