Went to visit my parents at the weekend, thus enduring the wonders of travel on the UK rail network. Virgin Trains' new rolling stock has its uses - we arrived back in Manchester on time, despite leaving Birmingham 20 minutes late. Shame they couldn't do anything about the two allegedly adult imbeciles who spent most of the journey throwing plastic bottles at each other and giggling. Just because I've recently turned 30, it doesn't mean that the world has to surround me with examples of modern youth who make Beavis and Butt-head look mature.
While visiting the
Forest Of Dean, I spent far too much money on CDs, Cal spent far too much money on books (quelle surprise), and we watched a bunch of civil war re-enactors fire cannon and musket at each other at
Goodrich Castle.
A good escape from mundane life, anyway.