Being a terrible poster; I often lose concentration when I'm writing. This is true of two train journeys I recently took. I have also been learning morse code which is why there is a section at the bottom of this blog which consists of dots and dashes. It's only the following paragraph so if you don't understand it don't worry.
Cheers,
Alex
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April 11th 2010
Trains, Trains Go Away
Perhaps it's the rush back to work after the Easter break, or maybe it's the weather. Either way it doesn't make sense that a nine-carriage Virgin Pendolino train be completely full on a Sunday afternoon. Maybe it's the Glaswegian water that's attracted everybody travelling through London to board this train, whatever 'it' is, it's amiss.
The en-mass migration to Scotland certainly explains why the ticket issuer was unable to book me a seat on this train. It's not all bad I suppose, it's only five hours of my life and I am looking forward to seeing my father; even if that sucks I do have a table-window seat booked for my return.
The first leg of my journey was a bitch too; a train full of already tipsy football fans heading to Wembly Stadium, throwing around a team coloured balloon and yelling political slogans. When I was walking to the train at the beginning of the day the massive crowd; standing on the platform, yelled at the same time, this benefits-stealing choir actually made a wonderfully tuneful wall of sound that was so testosterone filled I could sense a dog's testicles growing across the river and I'm fairly certain several foetuses actually changed sex.
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April 18th 2010
Another Train Journey
So, a week after I wrote the last blog I'm writing this. I promised a friend I'd upload it translated into Morse Code but it becomes tiring after the first fifty words and I sadly failed to complete my task. None-the-less I am here, bravely attempting the wholly-possible once again. No half measures, no minced words, just lovely dots and dashes representing our language.
A week in Glasgow, a week with my father. It was actually the most time I've spent with him since he moved there. Before this trip it was September, three days which became six when I caught swine flu; prefacing that was January '09 at my grandparents' 50th wedding anniversary, for which I got a beautiful, new suit. Before that I hadn't seen him since July 2006, shocking I know!
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As I said before, I fail at writing. I got distracted both times and when that happens I find it very hard to get back into the flow. Anyway, here's the morse I mentioned.
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