This holiday was an unusual event for me, before we actually got to Reading, out of the group of 12 lads, I knew and 3 of them, and had met no others!
Ok, getting to the airport seems an easy task?! Well, me made it a difficult one. We went in a number of groups from around the country, and my group was trying to get there from Reading, to Gatwick Airport!
We were going to get a taxi from the student house to the station, and then a train to the airport! However firstly we miss the first train we wanted to get, we were still at the house! As always Shaun is never on time, and we were witness to an amusing torrent of abuse between Shaun and his girlfriend of the time Louisa!
Then we had to wait for the taxi, which as a surprise was late. However I have to admit that the scenes of his arrival made complaining a fool hardy move. This is because we valued our safety, and protesting was not the greatest option when we met the driver!
When he eventually arrived, he threw open the doors, and continued to scream down his radio that he knew his rights as a taxi driver, as he had been doing it for f*!?ing 10 years!
Well we eventually skidded to a stop outside the station, as the train was about to leave, so we ran inside, and straight to the train, with a suitcase blocking the door from closing. So as we pulled off from the station, we clambered towards our seats and waited for the conductor so we could purchase our tickets!
So eventually made it to...