Today was my dad's birthday (if he were alive) and my mum decided that we should go out for dinner to celebrate it anyway. I completely forgot and got reminded yesterday, but I've had a lot on my mind about various things so I don't feel especially too bad.
It's not a particularly long journey back to the parental abode, but today, it seems, I wasn't really destined to get there. The train I wanted to catch was delayed cos some fucktard had pulled the emergency cord. So I decided to get the next (slow) train. Riding on trains always makes me feel sleepy, so I dozed on the way. Just before Kew, I was woken up by some women screaming "Stop the fucking train" repeatedly over and over again. She sounded hysterical, like someone had fallen off the train or something.
The train stopped and everyone races to various windows to look out to see what is going on. The woman was standing on the bridge behind us, but I couldn't see anything out my window. There was apparently a guy walking about on the track and at first I thought he'd buggered off, cos the train started moving forwards, but it soon ground to a halt again. The guy had decided that it'd be great fun to dance about in front of the train. It took the police nearly an hour to get him off the tracks. It's a shame that killing folk with a train is so traumatic, cos this guy's death would have improved the gene pool.
So I end up getting there an hour late. Luckily my mum and sister were waiting for me to get the train on the last leg before leaving, so I didn't miss anything. Except the pub. I arrived back in Egham at just after 11. I guess if I'd arrived at the dinner on time, I'd have left an hour earlier and made it back to say hi to people. Oh well. Saw majic13 getting on the train and d_morff get off the train. Chatted to the latter briefly about stuff before he disappeared up the hill and I headed into town and then to home.