En root to da smoke again. CCUK strategy meeting. If you know you know. Caught the oh seven thirty. First direct train. My return options are not particularly good. There is a direct train at sixteen oh six and nineteen oh six. Can’t see me catching the first as I have a ‘meeting’ in the Parcel Yard pub after the CCUK job. Any other train not worth catching as the connections are not attractive. The alternative is Newark Northgate and taxi it home.
Left the laptop at home. Just my Bose phones in the large inside pocket of my coat and a USB cable just in case. My phone should last two days before it needs a charge so should be ok anyway.
A laptop, whilst useful as a workhorse for the global traveller, is a liability when you are planning to end up in the pub in Kings Cross Station. Any short but important (obvs) updates can be done from the phone.
I quite like the idea of picking up a curry from the Kings Cross Tandoori before getting on the train home. This is perhaps not desirable from the perspective of the other travellers but I probs won’t care by then. It’s been done before. The quality of the food at that curry house is not that good as I recall so we shall see.
Looking like a warm day in town with the temperature set to hit twenty five degrees Celsius. That would normally be shorts weather but decided it is jeans today.
Also a bit of a result on the train. I’m in coach E and three out of four seats are reserved from lincoln to London. However the other two haven’t turned up yay. Bacon roll on order.
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Bit more of a result. Loads of people got on at Newark but none of them elected to sit at my table. What’s more the next stop is Peterborough and not Grantham. The only negative is that some bloke sat behind me has whipped his phone out and started talking before the train even left the station. Ah well. Bring on the Bose.
Listening to a tropical playlist on spotify. Bit of market research in advance of tropical trefbash on 12th December.
Lots of “road warriors” on board which you would expect for a train that gets in to London at nine twenty. One of them doing his emails on laptop whilst watching football on his phone and eating a bacon roll. On the table next to his laptop is a Radisson hotel branded notepad with lots of handwritten notes.
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It’s a new dawn, a new day and I’m feelin good.
Freedom!