Finally. After weeks of waiting, the day is here. Passport...check. Flight tickets...check. Mobile phone...check. Wallet...check. Donor card with blood type, just in case of emergencies...check.
En route to Manchester Airport via Leeds. Whilst on the Leeds to Manchester train a pissed up Jock shits a 'model' up. I say model - how can you take what people say to you at face value if you've never met them before? If that's the case, then I think I'll tell people that I'm a pilot or a big named wrestler in Estonia...yeah, trainspotter more like. And by 'train', I mean food. And by 'spotter', I mean eater.
The Jock ended up having a scrap with the toilet and accused Dan and I of been drug smugglers. He then went and kicked stuff and complained at the Information stall.
Unbeknownst to us we were fleeced by a taxi driver - £15 for a 2 min drive.
'Ah, you see fellas, after a certain time its double fare.'
'Just you try matey, and i'll DDT you.'