Back for my second day at Uni today. I left early so that I could hand in my application form for a Young Person's Railcard, at Keith station. On both accounts, I failed my mission. Firstly, the road to Keith was closed because there had been an accident (unfortunately fatal, I found out later). So, I had to go round by Fochabers, and any extra time I had gained by leaving early was lost. Secondly, the guy in the ticket-office refused to process my application because it would hold up the queue. Meh!
The bus part of the journey went much smoother than on Monday though. As I came out of the train station, I saw a bus at stand 10 of the bus station, which is the one I want. So I hurried over, got straight on, and the bus left right away, exiting the station without a hitch this time. The upshot being, I arrived at the Uni 20 minutes earlier than I did on Monday.
Today we were learning about multi-culturalism and specifically social inclusion. Skipping that quickly to the homeward journey, it seems like I'm some sort of drunk magnet. This time the guy opposite me across the table on the train was absolutely paralytic. Fortunately however, he slept for most of the journey, waking occasionally to mumble some gibberish or to type a couple letters into his mobile. I think he was trying to text his wife saying he was on his way home, but he never finished it. He managed to get off at some point anyway, which was a relief. Back again tomorrow. This time I must make a conscious effort to avoid attracting drunkards.
