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I stepped outside and spoke to a pissed off Hannah Marks... wouldn't you be if you had to carry a sweaty t-shirt? The five wreck-heads, me, Ben, Foss, Purch and Heaphy went to try and get a cab. Fucking impossible. We had half an hour to get to the station..or we were buggered. Luckily, a guy from Portsmouth who we had befriended was being picked up by his dad in his 7 seater cab. He gave us a lift to Fratton station, which was closer, and cost us less than the first cab journey we'd had that day. Big thanks to those people. We got to Fratton Station, and heard that the train was late.. phew. We managed to get a couple of bottles of Coke after beating a machine and boarded the train.

We soon found out that we had boarded the wrong train. Our one had been delayed by a lunatic suicide attempt further up the line. Great. Purch was angry. We stopped at some bleak little outpost called Hilsea and waited for ages for a train. We got one to Eastleigh, where Purch got more angry about the suicide, and also answered the Emergency telephone. After an hours wait at Eastleigh, where nothing was open, we finally got a train to Southampton where my mum and Alan Foss were waiting with cars to pick us up. We had gone all the way back on the train with invalid tickets...lucky we weren't checked hey?