Join Date: Aug 2006
You lot are no bloody use whatsoever. WHAT. SO. EVER.
So, last night I made the trip. I avoided the excursion into Cumbria because last week was Appleby Horse Fair, and that usually means the roads are clogged with gypsy wagons coming or going.
I decided to avoid the M62, and eschewed the time absorbing routes of beauty through the Yorkshire Dales.
Instead I followed a miserable, slow path of misery that paralleled the M62 in parts, and afforded me the sights, sounds and smells of W Yorks. So we saw Castleford, Wakefield, Deny Dale and so on, before topping out on Saddleworth. It was worth it for that tbh.
The weather was unremittingly appalling throughout.
About 30 mins into the journey, our objective informed us cheerily that her flight was delayed. That delay turned out to be 2 and a half hours. So, despite taking a slow route, I was sifting through the detritus of Piccadilly for some considerable time.
We set off to return, via the 62, at 10pm and arrived home about 12:10 this morning. The moral of the story is, once they reach 19 they can eff off asking for favours when you're obviously in a good mood.