So let me tell you about yesterday. Yesterday started okay, until I got the news about the Royal Mail postage increases (they’ve upped their prices to a point where it’ll cost me around £3 with packaging to send a single necklace within the UK, and ironically, it’ll only cost around £2.70 to send it to the USA). That was a massive downer, and I’ll have to make several changes to the finest imaginary postage prices when the price changes come into effect. Guh.
I got finished on a client design mid afternoon, and started to head over to Manchester for the Bright Club evening where several of our friends were talking. It was another massively sunny day, so I walked through the park and listened to Mötley Crüe. Good times!
Super sunny squink facing (that’s like tebowing, but for instagram… right?)
The trains were delayed, but I got on one eventually. It got diverted, a 35 minute train journey turned into an 1hr 15mins, and I ended up at a different station to where I was supposed to be going. It was okay, though, that station was closer to where I needed to be.
Adam met me and we headed to ‘The Pub’ for some food. We got there and sat with friends, ordered 2 burgers in a relatively quiet bar at 7pm and by 7.30pm we still didn’t have our food. I wasn’t in the best of moods already, after postage prices & train fuck-ups, so I went and complained. I was fobbed off with ‘she’s plating it up now’ and ‘it’s not really fair that we get all these food orders at once’… sayyyy WHAT, you’re a pub serving food, right? Oh, and then the classic, ‘well it’s not really my problem, I just work behind the bar’… dear Lord, Britain, your apathy to customer service never ceases to amaze me.
So, pissed off and hungry, we waited for our burgers that eventually turned up at 7.45pm. I’m a notoriously sloowwww eater, like super slow, but I wolfed that thing down in record time! Yeah! Okay.. maybe Adam did help a little, but still! Wolfed it down!
We were just in time to get around the corner for the Bright Club, paid our entry, and headed to the bar (at this point I was willing to get lashed). The singular bar man was having difficulties serving 3 drinks (I know, I know.), but a few minutes later I was finally going to get my bottle of desperados, £3.05 it says on the bar! A deal I thought! ‘Barkeep,2 of your finest desperados!’. They weren’t £3.05 though, those were Saturday’s prices… prices from the PAST. The bar man said he couldn’t honor them, and that I should just accept the £3.20 price hike because he had MILLIONS (2) people waiting to be served. I accepted the prices and told him to wipe the wrong price away! He couldn’t. It was painted on.
Really crappy iPhone photos are the best, right?
Anyway, Bright Club was great, our friends did stirling jobs of making everyone laugh, a grand time! Adam and I left and headed up to the train station. On the way there we were confronted by a Canada goose sitting in the middle of the road near the university. Just sat there, on its own, in the middle of the road. We missed our train because of this goose.
When we got to the train station a guy was trying to wheel a luggage trolley (you know, like the ones you get at the airport) down the escalator. Simultaneously a rather meaty middle aged woman was coming up the other escalator wearing a bikini. That’s right, a bikini.
When we got to the platform a drunken pensioner accosted Adam and started asking for a fag, neither of us smoke, and all she kept saying was ‘How rude are YOU’. We pointed her in the direction of potential smokers, and reminisced about the goose in the road.
The end.
