This week was much better than last week, well apart from being bored at work - and no I haven’t started looking for a new job yet (apathy rules) though I did find my CV when I tidied out some drawers in the office. Found a major bug with the system I administer and passed it back to the suppliers support people. May get an answer back in a couple of days unless they want me to escalate things faster (well no I don’t really, I couldn’t give a toss). Thankfully my boss is out of the office all this week (mainly in Mount Laurel, NJ) and then on holiday at the end of the week until the middle of the following week - hurrah Spent most of this weekend in Manchester, or shuttling between home and Manchester. Decided to take the train in on Saturday and caught the 7.55. I soon realised why I really don’t do public transport. This train looked like it had been designed by Stephenson and originally pulled by The Rocket. It was also colder in the train than it had been standing on a Chester station platform. So much so that I had to put my gloves on. I bought a coffee from the little cart that was wheeled up and down the carriages only to have my change virtually thrown back at me by some unintelligible neanderthal. The carriage was full of the worst examples of humanity, including one ghastly child who looked about 8 years and about 15 stone - said child was mightily upset and said he was having a heart attack as he was ‘frightened’ by some yobs as we pulled into yet another hideous station (possible Warrington east or central or somesuch). I also want to know why on earth Newton-le-Willows is considered ‘historic’ when it’s actually just an eyesore of semi-derelict commercial property and vile little housing estates. Charles’ carbuncles have nothing on that place. Thankfully the return journey was ina slightly more pleasant environment (newer train) and as it was dark I could see nothing of the ‘great outdoors’. I drove back over today. All this was so I could spend time with some randon gayers from another place (no not tfw, kagoul this time). Pleasant company and some new friendships formed. Loved IWMN both outside and in. Want to go back alone so I can get to see more (always difficult when others don’t want to dawdle). URBIS is a little strange - underused is a word that springs to mind - though the funicular railway lift is fun I now have a bad headache and need to lie down in a darkened room, think it’s called bedtime.