The View from the Afternoon

~backblip~

A soggy old day in Sheffield, and I was far too hungover to look for a better picture. I like the view from this window, however somehow I find it hard to give a reason why. Of course I took some pictures last night, however none of them are particularly special. Plus they're all of other people and it wouldn't seem right to publish pictures of them without their knowing it.

My train journey home was horrific. A bunch of drunk women got on somewhere near Edinburgh and laughed raucously throughout their two-hour journey up towards Dundee. The reason for their hilarity, aside from the fact most of them were wearing far more wine than they had actually managed to consume, was that they couldn't believe how hard it was not to laugh whilst sitting in a designated "Quiet Coach". I was so grumpy it was unreal.