if i had myself a flying giraffe, you'd have one in a box with a window

here i am in coventry. costa del coventry, possibly the 2nd most depressing place i've ever been to.

for whatever reason, coventry doesn't like capital letters. i've spent a good 10 minutes looking for the caps lock on the keyboard for the internet in my hotel room but alas it was not to be.

so far i am impressed by the chocolate bourbon creams but unimpressed by the lack of hot chocolate.

nothing is ever straight forward in my life. when i got to dewsbury station at 8am, i found out there were no trains. not good for a train station. so i ended up on a skanky replacement coach, which was really a sauna that they'd stuck some wheels to. luckily i made the connection at leeds after i duly went to platform 11b ('cos the departure board told me to) and joined the masses of confused travellers who were wondering if the train waiting there was going to winchester as it was supposed to, or bournemouth instead (as it was telling everyone). anyway, i got here, the journey somewhat lost in a haze of being hemmed in against the window by some woman who was snotting everywhere and spilling popcorn over the seats. bloody people. why is it i want to be a doctor again? if anyone knows, could you please tell me before my interview at 12.15 tomorrow.

ok, i'm going to get ready for the selection day tomorrow and see if i can't do myself some good blagging.

remember kids - procrastination isn't the problem, it's the solution. so procrastinate now, don't put it off. too true, ellen degeneres, too true.

over and ouuuuuuut

nlo