GBH at the ICC and strain on the train

Greetings one and all, and welcome to another fun-packed edition of your favourite blog ever!

We'll start the day after I last posted, which was spent realising just how free I now am, now that I don't have my course revision to worry about (for the time being anyway!), which is a very liberating feeling, let me tell you. So the weekend was spent attempting to unsubscribe from the billion emails I get a week asking me to enlarge certain parts of my anatomy, which was ultimately fruitless, so i just ended up deleting the lot instead!

Monday was pretty good, spent most of the day trying to stay awake, not helped by the fact that we weren't very busy at work, and in the evening, myself, Donna and Gareth went to The Peacock pub in Kings Norton to see Kate, who we hadn't seen for ages. Most of the evening was spent watching Gareth try and peel hot candle wax off his fingers, which is always entertaining!

Tuesday was fun. The ICC was taken over by Newman College for their annual Graduation Ceremony, or as I like to put it, their annual Hat Throwing in the air Championships! Anyway its a really nice time for everyone who was there, as it was a big family event, with loads of photo opportunities by the canal before they rip out the flowers before winter hits the city, so it was a very proud moment for all concerned. The only problem with this is that, because everyone and their mother were there, and because we are a nation of hangers-round, the walkways through the ICC were crammed full of people, which wasn't very good, especially when you consider just how many commuters walk through there of an evening.

So at 5pm, I was walking through the ICC to get to the station as normal, and there were so many people in there it was like a gigantic ant farm, so you had to pick your way through the crowds as best you could. Anyway, after about a minute or so of bustling past people, I spotted a gap that a rather rotund lady was walking through, so I went for it, together with about 10 other lost commuters in the ICC-triangle. All was going well, we had gone past well over half the people there, and the exit was literally in touching distance, when suddenly she saw someone she knew and stopped.......dead. This meant we had nowhere to go in any direction, and as the momentum had carried me this far, I may have...inadvertently.......pushed past her....kind of.....ish!

I think I may have spun her round it happened so quick, but it was her stupid fault for stopping so suddenly, and in my defence, I would still be there now if i hadn't done that, so it was her fault really. As I 'brushed' past her, she muttered something about 'oh, someones in a rush', to which I quickly glanced over my shoulder and gave her a look that would stop time! A satisfying end to the day!

Wednesday was fun on the trains again, as this time they decided not to open any doors in the whole train, so people could not get out. Only problem was that they only realised this when people weren't able to get off at tyseley or small heath, which to most people would be a blessing, but not if you worked there!

The rest of the week was fairly crappy as I had been developing a throat infection all week and woke up on friday unable to talk or even breath properly, so i called in sick and speny most of the day wondering if i had vitamin c poisoning, as i had taken so much!

The weekend was spent trying to get myself better, which was made worse when it decided to become a fully blown flu on saturday, so sunday was spent in a drug-fuelled happiness, which brings us majestically to monday.

Monday brought a winter wonderland to the city centre, as the clocks had gone back and so i was walking home in the dark, which is really nice as it brings the whole city to life (i know, i'm easily pleased, but i don't care as its getting nearer to xmas every day!). Tuesday was the most fun i've had on a train since the last blog, as it was my turn to sit next to the weirdo! Now, those of you who travel on the peasant-wagon, or 'bus', may think that they have a bad time of it if they sit next to a freak on a bus, but its worse on a train, as you can't exactly stop the train and hop of straight away, you are on it till the next station, or you get a big fat fine! Anyway back to the story, so there I was, on the train from Snow Hill to Wythall, watching people get on from Moor Street, desperately vying for a seat, as per normal with centro, when this neurotic, stick-like waif of a woman clambers on with a rucksack, and immediately started eyeing up the seat next to me......oh sh*t!

Plonking herself next to me, she immediately assumed a praying position, with her rucksack in front of her when the train started to move, and after about 30 seconds, plunged her head and hands, still in a praying position), and started rocking too a fro. I just stared at anything out of the window and kept staring as i could see her in the reflection....rocking! After about 5 minutes of rocking, she took her head out of her rucksack, and still in praying position, started to mime to something, which, after a while, i realised that she was listening to the same song on radio 1 that i was listening to, only i wasn't...erm....rocking!

So onto today, all hallows eve, another pointless theme day in the calendar, I mean who thinks that dead spirits need to eat (google it if you don't know what I'm talking about!), so if i haven't been eaten by bloodsucking freaky girls, I shall blog again next week!