Can you put me down as a maybe.

 

Thinking might be able to convince Mel to take James to visit her sister in Leeds and come round.

Excellent news.

*prod*

 

I auto stuck you on the maybe list, but confirmation would be a fine thing.

I'm a yes if Oscar is, he's the one with all the money :P

He can buy us all a drink then :)

Whoa there! I have all the money /out of us two/ but if anything I'm more of a maybe until I can confirm that I actually will have some cash by then.

Hurrah! Drinks on you then.

Hey Folks

 

Looks like I can be put down as a defo and rare though it is for me, gonna catch the train!

Excellent news.

I'm a tentative maybe, but it's unlikely, because my weekends for the next three months seem to be all booked up with work, running, hiking, more work and a stag do.

 

Although - Northerners - there's a chance I might end up in Halifax for a week or so at some point, if anyone's up for a mid-week meat in Bradford or thereabouts....

Maybe is already tentative.

Come on it would be good to see ya again!

Let us know when you're in Halifux. Although it's quite likely you'd be some kind of flooded there.

*\o/* Let us know if/when you are down here & we'll have an evening at Manthorp Mews.

Fascinating - the way that something which we used to regard as an everyday, cheap and easy thing to do, travelling from one part of the UK to another - is now either a luxury, or only to be done if it's a necessity of work. As a student or a young man starting work back in the 70s, I thought nothing of hopping on a train to visit friends a couple of hundred miles away. Didn't have to book a year in advance to get a decent price, or risk standing all the way either.

Privatisation of the railways (after the stealth NHS privatisation which has been going on for a few years now) must be the most absurdly, grotesquely unsuccessful privatisation ever.

I thought Portillo's TV series on Great British Railway Journeys was a particularly brazen piece of pissing on the citizens, seeing as he was the very man who came up with the mechanism which pushed those journeys into the world of the rich man's pastime.

Sorry - now go back to discussing the meat.

You can still go and visit your friends for cheap - it's just that now you have to take the bus.

As long as you don't smoke an electric cigarette thing.

I saw a bit of one of those where he went to Fife to his old family home and he was talking about all their servants and how great life was.

 

I had to turn over before I punched my tv into a million pieces.

Half the time I try to take a train it turns out to be a bus.

That sounds like a brain-eye problem.

 

Get yourself booked on one of those object-recognition courses I've heard about. You'll be telling buses apart from trains, tractors apart from phone booths and clouds apart from fog in no time.