Well I'm back home for now although I sense I shall be making my way back to ClaudeStreet on Sunday or Monday at the latest.
On the train ride home I managed to get myself sat in the cancer coach and got stuck in what could be described as the interior of a giant cigarette. Doh! Oh well. I shall bear in mind that sitting at the front of the train is poo, even if it does get you there quicker... :-/
Nearly missed my conneciton in Leeds (again) which was fun - but at least I ended up on a nice train instead of the usual crap you get on the Caldervale line.
I'm tired. I think I shall go to bed soon.