Back on the trains

Long standing readers (why?) may have remembered a few rants about Northern Rail after all the time wasted commuting to Manchester, I didn’t expect to have to moan about the same thing after my first day at work in Leeds which, lets face it, is a little closer.

I got to the station at 745, for the 748 which should have got me to Leeds at about ten past 8 – it was cancelled, the 805 came a few minutes late, then sat outside Leeds station for an age before eventually crawling in at 5 to 9, causing me to have to leg it across town to try and avoid being late on my first day, I won’t even get started on the overcrowding.

I sense lots of fun ahead.

Miracles do happen

Looks like HMRC are doing something right for a change.

It’s almost enough to make me wish I still worked for them, almost.

Growing old disgracefully

I’ve always been a bit paranoid about my age, I’m not sure why – I think it’s because I seem to know, and meet, a lot of people who are younger than me – but I’m at the stage now where I have genuine reasons to be concerned.

A few weeks ago, while preening myself before an interview, I noticed a grey hair on the side of my head, a few days later someone else sat and pointed out three or four that they could see and I found another this morning on the opposite side of my head. I’m not happy.

On each of the last couple of Saturday nights a friend has come round and we’ve watched a couple of DVD’s – both times I have fallen asleep during the second one, and it’s not been ridiculously late or after consuming a lot of alcohol.

More concerning is my memory loss, I’ve never been forgetful but in the last few weeks I’ve left the cooker on for hours three times and, on Saturday morning, I got up to find an uneaten chicken kebab on my coffee table which I had bought on my way home on Friday night but gone to bed without eating it! OK, I’d had a few drinks, but nothing on that scale.

I dread to think whats coming next!