The best laid plans of mice and catboys
I was looking forward to my evening plans. It was all looking quite simple. ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
flickums would go see a gig with a friend. I would have the whole evening to myself to catch up with movies Flickums doesn't like.
Unfortunately there was snow. Not in Manchester but elsewhere.
Friend was planning to catch a train from the frozen wastes of Sheffield, that would get her in Manchester for about 15:30. But it was cancelled. It turns out all the trains were cancelled until about 17:30. Well, this meant getting to Manchester Piccadilly at about 18:30. Which gives more than enough time to catch the show. But this would require some faf to find somewhere to stow luggage. So I offered to drive Flickums to the station, and then I could take the bag home. Meant sacrificing some of my evening but I'd still have time for a movie. Train was running late but figured there would be time.
The pain who decided to do a u-turn in a car that didn't have the turning circle to do a u-turn, and the inconsiderate taxi driver who felt that the gap I'd left so cars could leave the car park was meant for him to go in front of me were fairly typical, but there was still plenty of time for getting to Manchester Arena, as long as the train wasn't too late.
But the snow.
Obviously a 50 tonne train can't handle a snowflake, so the train in front of friend's train broke down.
Friend's train finally arrived 70 minutes late with a somewhat flustered friend. I collected the bag and went to car park. And waited for a gap in the queue to leave the car park, so I could actually go home. And waited, and waited. Eventually a very nice lady left a gap for me to escape. Thank you nice lady. Nice to know some drivers are kind and considerate. Had to stop to let a blind Taxi driver out, but eventually got home.
But yeah... Not really enough time to watch the film I wanted to see. Decided to vent to the internet.
New evening plans - glass of wine. Chocolate egg, and this week's Picard.
flickums would go see a gig with a friend. I would have the whole evening to myself to catch up with movies Flickums doesn't like. Unfortunately there was snow. Not in Manchester but elsewhere.
Friend was planning to catch a train from the frozen wastes of Sheffield, that would get her in Manchester for about 15:30. But it was cancelled. It turns out all the trains were cancelled until about 17:30. Well, this meant getting to Manchester Piccadilly at about 18:30. Which gives more than enough time to catch the show. But this would require some faf to find somewhere to stow luggage. So I offered to drive Flickums to the station, and then I could take the bag home. Meant sacrificing some of my evening but I'd still have time for a movie. Train was running late but figured there would be time.
The pain who decided to do a u-turn in a car that didn't have the turning circle to do a u-turn, and the inconsiderate taxi driver who felt that the gap I'd left so cars could leave the car park was meant for him to go in front of me were fairly typical, but there was still plenty of time for getting to Manchester Arena, as long as the train wasn't too late.
But the snow.
Obviously a 50 tonne train can't handle a snowflake, so the train in front of friend's train broke down.
Friend's train finally arrived 70 minutes late with a somewhat flustered friend. I collected the bag and went to car park. And waited for a gap in the queue to leave the car park, so I could actually go home. And waited, and waited. Eventually a very nice lady left a gap for me to escape. Thank you nice lady. Nice to know some drivers are kind and considerate. Had to stop to let a blind Taxi driver out, but eventually got home.
But yeah... Not really enough time to watch the film I wanted to see. Decided to vent to the internet.
New evening plans - glass of wine. Chocolate egg, and this week's Picard.