Edinburgh station is the most peculiar railway station in Britain. It makes absolutely no sense, and it should be a river. The platforms are numbered entirely randomly, so that it’s impossible to predict where platform 20 is, becuase it probably isn’t anywhere near platform 19. I’m musing on this subject because I have about an hour to wait for the next London train, which will probably be both full and late, and I won’t get a seat.
Besides that, the show’s finished and made a decent profit despite nasty reviews, so I’m mildly happy. Photos from here and Amsterdam will be up shortly. Promise.
The only things I now have left to do in my life is find a house, a job, and lunch, two of which aren’t necessarily easy. Should be interesting trying though. Bah.
I might busk with my bass.