missing planes... hmph!

I missed my plane! Despite of waking up at 4.00, despite of making into central london at that time after a long journey and being ripped off by that fat lady who sold me a ticket for the tube that does not run at 5 am - Denise, you are the London Underground bitch - its official.

Not that I am bitter or anything - its just not good service. I get plenty of that around here in France I don't need to get crap even when I am in UK! I ask her of the timetable as I require a specific train before 5.00 am : she says I ll issue you a ticket first, and then I ask her to give me the timetable she says 'They don't run at 4.25 am - you have to wait till it is 5.30 am! I ask her for a number where I can explain this and cancel this ticket, possibly get a refund : she gives me a taxi company phone number!!! Oh I could give off for ages about this woman!

Anyhoo, I get to stansted - thank you stansted express that has now been added on to the - don't trust this transportation modes. I missed the check in desk by about exactly 3 mins. I had to pay ryanair some more money to be re-routed - bastards! and they transfered me to a flight to Frankfurt Hanh... and the german 'info' lady denied there being any facilities of getting back to France! Well, never mind her stupid pea brain, I got a bus to a place called Saarbrucken - its near the French side in Germany.

Saarbrucken: a collective pool of some choice (crappy) flea markets, average high street shops, some very dodgy student club nites (club nite called 'istanbul' with dress code : 'nothing or wet') and some very 'interesting' germany s&m and leather specialist shops. For the sake of my sanity, I found some places with familiar sounding names such as 'pizza hut' express lunch service and 'h& m' - that I killed the whole 3 and half hr wait for the train - Voila!

On the train was this weird guy who walked up to every woman (i think) and asked her for their phone number - he tried me first, I had finally found peace in the last chapters of 'Life of Pi' and was too engrossed to have any respect for such intrusion - so I pretended to be dumb - I replied only with sign language... I was going to leave feeling guilty about this later, but instead I felt very good as I found he and the ticket driver having a loud conversation that included the word 'polize' a lot of times! no harms done! hee hee... pretending to be dumb is a good way to get rid of stupid rogue characters like him -definitely!

Got home, finally; another home I mean - which is nice. :-)