Bank Holiday weekend

By Mark on Monday 26 May 2003 at 12:31

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Friday night was Karen's birthday. We all went out to Café Sol for some cocktails, and then down to the Voodoo Lounge. It was a good night; didn't get to sleep until 6am…

The next day I had to get the bus back to Callington, to pick up my car from my parents' house.

No wonder nobody down here uses public transport, is it?

I missed the first bus, which was at something like 8.30 am (like I was ever going to get that one), and then discovered that there wasn't another for two and a half hours. Then it started to rain. Then a mad bloke started ranting at me about traction engine rallies and wouldn't leave me alone.

Then the bus finally arrived, after what seemed like an eternity, and the journey (which normally takes about 20 minutes in a car) took an hour. All this while I'm severely hungover, and the jolting and rolling of our ancient bus is doing my stomach no favours at all…

Still, I suppose it's my own fault…

2 comments:

On Tuesday 27 May 2003 at 12:18, Matt said:

Mark, I feel your pain. I too have had to take the bus from Plymouth back to Callington.

I've also had to take the Callington to Tavistock bus, which turns off at seemingly random roads, only to re-join the main road at the exact same point without ever picking up or dropping off anyone. People who live that far away from a main road do so for a reason - so leave them there. And that 20 minute car journey also takes an hour.

You have to feel for my brother (Robbie) though, who, if he can't get a lift, has to get the bus to band practise at his drummer's house - in Princetown.

On Tuesday 27 May 2003 at 12:35, Mark Bell said:

Princetown? Do buses still go there?

That's got to be a long haul and no mistake. I remember the days before I could drive, lugging a bloody great amplifier around to various people's houses...

Matt Fricker and I once RODE my amplifier to Ol's house from Calstock...

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