Staying on a central theme about... no, fuck that, I want to rant about having to spend three hours in the middle of the night in cold, dark, cute Roskilde, and cute is used in that sickly sweet Japanese kind of way - not to go into details, but the conductor of the train closed the doors on me and wouldn't let me on - I was angry, to say the least - after a 14 hour shift, and there I was, stuck in Roskilde - cold, dark, closed apart from the 7/11 (and a big thanks to Ally, free coffee, though I needed no more, and a swap of manly lies that we males always rely upon when not wanting to give too much away but at the same time portray a sense of control and fulfillment - portray being the operative word) ...but a rant? no too tired, maybe tomorrow after I smash a little piece of something connected to the Danish rail system - thinking of a poster perhaps - nazi train conductors wanting to get home after a hard days graft not allowing any more "delinquents" onto the crammed train - "NO, we shall be back in the morning - I don't to transport you - not yet anyway"
Bed calls.