Ok, so there aren't that many things that I actually hate. Some things I dislike, many you might say, but very few push me that bit further. One of the things I do hate is chemistry, but you probably already knew that, so we won't go into it again here. And once again as a note to any chemists, I only don't like it because I don't understand it, I have nothing against any of you.
Now the other thing I truely hate. Trains.
I went for my train today to come up for tomorrows exam, and everything was fine. Arrived at the station in plenty of time to go and get a ticket, get a seat on a bench and wait for the train. I go in to get a ticket, and the ticket office is closed.
Now I'm sure many/some/one of you are thinking "well that's not really enough to make me hate something", and I agree with you there. I just thought I would go and wait on the platform, and get a ticket on the train instead. So I get to the platform, and no sooner have I sat down than a First Scotrail worker comes over and informs me and the other passengers that the train will be 'about twenty minutes late.'
Great, another brilliant train journey for me. But wait, it gets better.
So twenty minutes isn't that long, I had my mp3 player so that would be fine. I even phoned Scott and arranged for him to keep me some food at CU since I would be late. Then someone else came over.
"I heard someone say that the train's going to be forty minutes late now."
Forty? FORTY!! That's double what we were told about five minutes earlier. Not even twenty minutes had passed, so how could it be another twenty minutes late? Unbelievable. Then, I hear the bing-bong of the PA system.
"We regret to inform you that the train is now running forty-five minutes late. That is four five minutes late. Sorry for the inconvenience."
Inconvenience? I'm sitting on an uncomfortable purple bench in Dumfries station with a bunch of randoms waiting for a train which is getting later with every minute that passes. I was not happy.
I was also not happy when the train finally arrived and it was one of the rubbish ones, not the semi-decent ones we occasionally get. But I had to get to Glasgow, so I got on and got a table seat, got the whole table to myself so I could stretch my legs out too. It looked like the journey was maybe going to get better.
And it did actually start to go alright. I listened to some music, pondered life, and did some revision for my exam tomorrow. We then arrived at Kilmarnock station.
Bing-bong.
Oh no.
"We regret to inform you that the train will be delayed by another fifteen minutes since the track ahead is not clear. We are once again sorry for the inconvenience."
The track's not clear? Well it would have been if you hadn't been so late getting to Dumfries. So I read notes for the time that we were sitting there, and admired Kilmarnock station too. The admiring bit took all of about ten seconds.
So eventually, at quarter to six, we left there, and headed on. After stopping and starting several times, due both to signals and places such as Dunlop and Stewarton, we finally arrived in Glasgow. At half six. That's right, a whole hour after we were meant to arrive. Me? Happy? Oh no.
So I went outside, where it had decided that it would make my day worse and start raining. So a taxi was entered, and it headed off, where I got charged £3.40 to get to the Chaplaincy. 60p of this occured while sitting at one set of traffic lights. Still not happy.
So the end of my journey finally came, at quarter to seven, several hours after leaving the house in Dumfries. I got my food that Scott had kept for me, and it was very good. There was even ice-cream for pudding. Then I headed back here and spent some time talking to the other Alastair in my flat about our exam tomorrow. He isn't looking forward to it either. Maybe it's something about our name.
But there you have it, a terrible journey, which made it a terrible afternoon. Hopefully the exam tomorrow won't be terrible.
Wish me luck, and I'll let you know how it goes soon.