Had to go to the GP's this morning so by the time I got to Oxford Road train station it was 10.10am.
Just time to catch the Blackpool train - this week in the guise of... The Babyshit Express.
As usual rammed with chavs and pushchairs.
I stood in the aisle, again, and attempted to read a book while having my senses asaulted by the stench of babyshit.
Bloody horrible it was.
Thank god the journey only takes 15 minutes.
There was a wriggling bundle of mewling a head of me called Taylor (a girl, obviously) who I had pegged as the most likely suspect.
And so onward... into another glorious day *yes, I am taking the piss*
