Only one good thing happened today. The taxi-driver booked to take me from Southampton Rail Station to my home train depot took me straight home instead. Not strictly permitted, and I am sure I am gonna get hammered for it, but at 4am.... who cares!

Todays highlights included a train who's doors would not open (technical fault), a stoned punter who decided to vomit in 3 of the trains 4 toilets (pretty), and a very attractive youg lady who wanted me to go out for drinks with her (and probably her boyfriend).

Anyone got a gun I can borrow?