Toon!

A day down in Newcastle for the footie, which went well despite the disjointed second half performance. Went with Alan who I haven't seen for about a year, and my sister and Joss after the match.

Now on the train with the plummiest southern students who got on, bizarrely, at Berwick. Three things have so far been classic and everything is literally this, that and the next. Some relative appeared to 'marry well'. Someone has been in the Sultan of Brunei's house which is literally the coolest. And they're loud. And one of them thought Mozart was a writer. And they swear. And one of them is called 'Harry' and there's also a Henry. I think I'm going to change carriage.