On saturday I went to a party in
guildford with a certain
someone. On the way home, following walking down several dead-ends at the labyrinthine guilford station, we missed our train and ended up at Woking station waiting an hour for the last train to Clapham Junction.
So, there we were, waiting at the station in the middle of the night in the cold and the rain... and it was so much fun. We walked up and down the station looking for adventure. We jousted using benches as horses, which quickly degenerated into an imaginary swordfight (I was sadly decapitated). We sang. We danced to mobile phone ring tones (ok,
I danced, Em just mocked). We waved at the trains. We made sure that everybody in the whole station thought we were absolutely out of our respective trees.
Must try to miss my late night trains more often.
