It was nearly the best weekend of my life.
2003-02-24 at 12:03 p.m.

 

Do you know what sucks really big time? Besides a vacuum cleaner?

The fact that some lovely people at work got me tickets to the Wales v England rugby match that was played over the weekend. But I couldn't get to Wales.

Well, I could have got there. But kick-off was 17:30 and the last train out of Cardiff, back to London was 18:25. Meh. For those of you not rugby aficionados a rugby game lasts 80 mins, with 10 mins at half time. You do the math.

So yeh.

I had tickets to a hospitality box in the Millennium Stadium, but no way to get there. Buggrit.

So I did what all grown up people should do, and sulked. Heh.

And went to my parents for dinner, which was yummy.

I’ve got the tickets on my desk. They’re so pretty. And I can’t believe I couldn’t go.

Goddamn my broken 30 year old car. Goddamn me, for buying a 30 year old car. Goddamn Mr Me for not having his own car. Goddamn the train service out of Cardiff. Goddamn me not being rich enough to afford to hire a car.

Can you tell I’m not happy about this?