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!bc3BesElGM 05/11/09(Mon)12:06 No. 1822455 So
at 6 AM, with no sleep, and jumped up on Caffiene, I decided to drag my
two shitheads out of bed and go to the con early. So we got up, changed
in the mediocre bathroom facilities, and got on the Tube. Because
there was works on the DLR, as there always is because transport for
London is full of retarded people who do not know how to schedule
anything right, and then wonder why nobody wants to use public
transport anymore, we had to take the Northern line, down from Hendon
Central, to Tower Bridge, the Jubilee line to Canning Town, and then
the DLR to Custom House, it took well over an hour. Since the Northern
line is above ground when it starts in Hendon, it was raining heavily,
when we emerged, it was SUNNY. That's how long we spent on the
underground. So waited then forever in the line at the Expo,
which never seemed to move at all before finally getting let in at 11
AM. And I was very swiftly out because it was fucking boiling in the
convention hall. Jesus christ, I had a trenchcoat on as well, so I had
to sit outside most of the time, drinking water, to keep myself from
overheating. The Con itself was fine, I had a great time, met up with old friends etc. etc. etc. Then
another hour back on the Tube, to the cramped hostel, in which I forced
myself to sleep by consuming all the liquor I could find until I was
unconcious. Woke up the next morning, went to the con again, and faced
the most retarded trip back ever. Had to get the Tube from
Custom house, all the way to Hendon, and then back down again to Kings
Cross, even with 2 hours to spare, I only made it in time for my train
by about oh, 3 minutes. So of course I didn't have time to change, and
spent an awkward two hours sitting at a table full of businessmen as I
went home. tl;dr full of suck and piss, now I shell out shit
loads of cash so I can sleep in a room on my own at night and feel nice
and happy about going to a con. 2/2