Last Day/ Trains again!!!

This week has been the most productive week I've had so far this term - which is pretty good considering it's my last week of University!!! In terms of decent advice and feedback this has been the only real "good week" I've had all term, which in terms of organisation has been quite dissapointing. However I've managed to get on ok with my work etc. so it can't be all bad, so here I am now,with a few weeks to scrabble over coursework and then I'm done, which is a scary thought indeed. What's kinda odd is that it doesn't feel like the last day, we finished the lecture and all walked out as if it was just another day, i wasn't too bothered at the time (I was hungry) but looking backit seems a bit weird that I can end three years of my life with "see ya"

Anyway - time for a good moan!! The trains this week were a double whammy of dissapointment - I had two horrendously complicated journeys home, though both of which managed to sort themselves out alright in the end.

First of all I get to Bidston (seriously the middle of nowhere) and get told that there's no train coming and I have to get a bus. After cautiously waiting, whilst keeping an eye on the train lines (I've learnt not to trust anything I hear on the train journey) the bus arrived a little after 10 minutes wait. This is good, it normally takes about an hour!!! The bus took us home, but I realised it was skipping stops so I had to get of at Shotton and get a lift from there.

The next day I arrive at Liverpool Central station to the sounds of alarms going off and shutters closing. The entrance to the platforms was completely sealed off and everyone was standing around wondering what had happened, except for one woman who was informing someone on the phone that the station had been bombed. With this as my only souce of information I decided to ask the only official presence nearby - two police community support officers who seemed a bit too nonchalant for a terrorist situation. As it happened it was a fire alarm that had been triggered that was causing the ruckuss so I managed to peg it up to Lime Street and catch the next train and get home ok, the only difference being that we didn't stop at Central.

So there we are, and end of an era and my first real experience of post 911 culture I s'pose.

I won't do any more word of the posts till I've compiled my old ones

Ciao