In 1986 I decided to take a trip back to England for Christmas. The weather was cold and when I got to London after spending some time in Blackpool the snow really began to come down. The tube was closed down at one stage so staying just off Piccadilly Circus I often walked through deserted streets. I spent New Years Eve at Trafalgar Square and got a few drunken kisses but it was starting to get a it lonely. A couple of days later I was off to Paris intending to train around Europe eventually meeting a friend in Italy. But the Ferry was closed and Italy was iced in. I managed to get to Paris the next day to find a state of emergency with the railway workers on strike. I was stuck in this horrible hotel next to the Gare Du Norde with French TV and misery descending like a black cloud. It was horrible. The trains were coming back on by the third day but it was too late. I packed my bags walked over to the train station and sat on the platform until I could get back to England. And as soon as I got to Victoria and jumped on a train to Blackpool. Sometimes you just need to get back to family.
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Saturday, December 11, 2010
110. Under Pressure by Queen and David Bowie 1981
In 1986 I decided to take a trip back to England for Christmas. The weather was cold and when I got to London after spending some time in Blackpool the snow really began to come down. The tube was closed down at one stage so staying just off Piccadilly Circus I often walked through deserted streets. I spent New Years Eve at Trafalgar Square and got a few drunken kisses but it was starting to get a it lonely. A couple of days later I was off to Paris intending to train around Europe eventually meeting a friend in Italy. But the Ferry was closed and Italy was iced in. I managed to get to Paris the next day to find a state of emergency with the railway workers on strike. I was stuck in this horrible hotel next to the Gare Du Norde with French TV and misery descending like a black cloud. It was horrible. The trains were coming back on by the third day but it was too late. I packed my bags walked over to the train station and sat on the platform until I could get back to England. And as soon as I got to Victoria and jumped on a train to Blackpool. Sometimes you just need to get back to family.
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