I go out into town, after my singing lesson. I had a lift to the station, from a brother who drove a 4x4. I missed the train, it pulled away as I walked up the station ramp. I went to the pub over the road, and I had a beer and read some more of a book. I caught the next train, the station was empty apart from a man taking photos of a deserted snowy station. A girl sat on the bench to my left and smoked and I was warmed by the fumes, it was lovely.
In town I took a wrong turn and wandered down back streets but I found my way in the end. The support act had finished and I went to the bar, I had a Becks but it was horrible but the barmaid was nice. I switched to Guinness and that was better and then the band, Jenny and Johnny, came on stage. The stage is low so I could not see, not that I was there to look. The show ends and there is no encore, that seems a bit rude but never mind. I take another wrong turn somehow as I head back to the station. I have a burger from Burger King with some coffee and I eat it on the train.
The train stops at a station and some people heckle me from the platform, this has not happened in a while. A snowball flies through the closing doors and thumps into the window in front of me. I get off the train and walk home through the estate, for some reason I run up the steep hill. I go to bed.
