It had already been one of those mornings for me. I had to be awake at 7am in order to have enough time to catch the 8:14am train (which I obviously failed to do.) Yet I awoke into one of those zombie-like states that sees time whizzing by whilst nothing happens. Continue reading I went to Bristol and all I got was a 10:23 t-shirt!
One minute. That is how late I was for my original train to Bristol Temple Meads – the station I was heading to so that I could participate in the Bristol 10:23 homeopathy overdose. It was one of those ‘you have to be kidding?’ moments as I watched my train depart on its way without me. Even the guy at the ticket barrier laughed.