Ok,

here we go then, mid life crisis part two!

Not sure if I am too old for there to be a part three, so I guess this is s*** or bust.

Can't say for sure exactly why I am here, or even if I am ready for it, but I am here none the less, so no going back now.
Everything else is tomorrows problem from now on.

So train to Crowthorne, game of squash with Stocko, few beers in the Prince and then Heathrow next day for my flight to Delhi is the plan.

Well not the best of starts, the ticket machine was broken, so I was unable to get my tickets I booked on line (guess that is pretty obvious), so unusually there was someone at the counter, but after lots of typing and clicking the computer said no.
Dont worry she said, just tell the guard on the train, they know the machine is broken.

Nope.

I got the third degree from some angry lesbian conductor. Luckily I had taken a screenshot, but even with that she/he was still not happy.
Make sure you get your tickets at exeter she/he said as she stomped off.

So Exeter arrives and I am the farthest platform from the ticket office with ten minutes between trains.
So off I dash, guards having to let me through barriers, and still no luck.
Then of course I had a different guard to let me back on the platform who had not seen me.
Where is your ticket sir.....
Grrrr, the seconds are ticking away.
You must have a ticket sir.
Dont get me started!
He insisted on coming to the ticket machine with me, but I kept telling him it did not work and there was no time.

Did you press this button that says collect tickets before you put your card in, he asked smiling at me.

Oh look a squirrell..........

So arrived in Crowthorne, got caned at squash, an event I reckon weakened my ankle for the events in Thailand, good catch up in the Prince with Mr John and Cherry and Stocko.
In fact such a good catch up all the takeaway places were shut, so we staggered back with a cunning plan of fish finger sandwiches at Stockos.
Mid way through raiding the freezer and talking about sex with Stockos room mates we were greeted rather angrily by the girl who has the room behind the kitchen.

It was Alan I said.

No idea what time we got to bed, but arrived at Heathrow all in good time and boarded the plane for my next great adventure.....??