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£50, Manchester to Liverpool airport.
Inverkeithing to Kirkcaldy.
Every penny I had in my wallet after I fell asleep on the last train North from Edinburgh while pissed. I got out on the edge of Dunfermline to be sick and walked the rest of the way across town. Totally worth it.
Royal London Hospital-Forest Hill Station.
I got so drunk that I kept going to Bank instead of Embankment and missed the last train home.
from the airport, 40 min ride
Dalston - Harrow
from Rome airport to hotel.
Somewhere in Central London to Sutton.
In other news Sutton is fucking woeful. I always wonder why people live in those kind of places, all of the expense of living in London (well, sort of), but with all of the boredom of living in a nothing suburb that may as well be in Ipswich.
PS. Sutton is actually bigger than a medium sized city like Brighton. You obviously went to a crap part. And there are definitely some crap parts.
I was with a girl and that's where her house was. Should have saved the £50 to be honest!
Which part of Sutton was it? There's some proper posh parts, and some proper scummy parts. Most of it is kind of dreary semi-detatched places, like where I live.
I guess people live there to start families as the schools are really good and the lifestyle is far less hectic than inner London, but you can commute in to central London pretty easily and quickly. I agree though, not entirely sure why young single people would choose to live there. It's pretty shit in terms of stuff to do. I'm only living here as its where my mum lives and I'm stuck in an unemployment rut.
from the train station and that I passed a Texaco garage on the way down said hill. She also had two of the most unbelievably antisocial housemates ever who were doing an enormous jigsaw of a safari park on the landing outside her room in total silence.
It was like a scene from a French arthouse movie, but without the smoking...moany bastards objected to her smoking in her room so we had to stabnd at the bottom of the garden like teenagers.
Maybe it was a Total near to St James's Road...hmmm
Anyway, hi Alex!
which I think used to be a Texaco?
Anyway yeah - that road has a load of crappy flats either side of the road, and then mega posh areas off to the left and right with houses generally worth over a million quids. That's Sutton for you.
Friend had this gathering back at where I lived at Uni but I didn't have a house at that point due to graduating already so *had* to stay at his, I got really drunk and asked if he could let me out of his house at 5am so I could smoke (because he weirdly like locked us all inside the house, idk why). He didn't. I then demanded I be let out of the house, and he said I was being too loud, so he then kinda told me to get out. So I left, and I drunkenly/stubbornly started walking away from the house. Then found my self about a half hours walk down the road laying flat out on the ground under the trolley shelter of ASDA. Peoples was staring.
Rang dearest mother at like 7am pleading with her to come get me, because I was too stubborn to go back to my mates house.
She ordered a taxi, and I just slept on the back seat the whole way home.
About 30 miles.
Tottenham Hale to Hertford. I'd fallen asleep in the luggage rack of a train.
is one the bleakest places I've been
Three Bridges to Brighton.
Was on last train home and there was a fault with the train so the service got cancelled at Three Bridges. Got it reimbursed by Southern Rail though, so in the end ended up paying £0.
I had to rush down from King's Cross to appear in a school play. I'd just bought The Stone Roses' first album and was tremendously excited to hear it. The taxi driver, en route, opined that the referee should have been hung. Like, literally put to death. He said it with a straight face. There was some racism in there too, I think.
Alexandra Palace to Tooting after IBYM last year.
from bristol airport back to school. i charged it to my boarding house, i have no idea who actually paid for it.
tho it was split 4 ways. most i've spent myself might be morden to carshalton for about £20
from Coventry to Milton Keynes, got back from a gig late and managed to miss the last train home.
On the plus side the taxi driver I got was amazing, he worked as a songwriter in his spare time and we spent most of the journey listening to and discussing 'In Rainbows'.
because we caught the wrong train like IDIOTS
$40 Taunton to Minehead
Because ATP needs to be closer to a trainstation!
Orpington to Ashford after a last train home calamity.
Didn't even have all the cash with me so had to get the driver to hold on to my phone and jacket while I went inside for more loot
You're all mental.
Sometimes it's a case or pay a mental price for a taxi or pay an even bigger price for a new flight.
Had no battery left on my phone, no change for a phone box, and it was 2 in the morning so had no choice other than to jump in one of those (and be charged more than double what I'd pay in a minicab)
Manchester to Wigan
and collapsed into a taxi. Mumbled the name of my suburb (Saginomiya) and fell into drunken semi-consciousness. Woke up to see the sun high in the sky and unfamiliar streets around me. Asked the taxi driver wtf and discovered that he'd mis-heard what I'd said, instead of Saginomiya we were headed for somewhere that sounded vaguely like Saginomiya but was fucking miles away in the opposite direction, like way out in the countryside.
Can't remember exactly how much that little mistake cost me but it was somewhere between a shitload and a fuckload.
missed a flight
for the princely sum of £18
cant remember how much it cost
not sure if licensed
going from Kendal to Hackthorpe (nr Penrith). roughly 35 miles, much of it stuck in traffic in the hammering rain. that address will seem familiar to anyone who's travelled to Kendal Calling festival. we were DJing there and naturally assumed that it was IN kendal. not so. imagine our surprise getting off at Kendal station, calling a cab and being told 'that'll be 40 quid mate' as the actual fest was nowhere near the bloody place that it is actually named after.