Ah the joys of public transport!

Well, I've just arrived home after an interesting evening. Had a matinee and evening performance, went to the pub for a dring afetr - as the train home leaves at 11:28 - so timed well for everything really.

That is unless you get involved in a coversation so half-jog-half-power-walk the scary way to Moor Street. Sit on the platform for 25 minutes. They announce that due to technical probalems the last train home has been cancelled. They tell you there is alternative transport bein arranged from Snowhill - panic when you realise you don't know how to get ther - they say the next train from Platform 1 will take you there, then ou are to walk outside to get the bus.
Get on train to Snowhill with 'lady from work 'do'' and 'young guy with red hat', get off, not have clue where you are/where to go, chat happily and try to keep the mood up!

Get outside to find '2 grumpy business men (well 1 was irritated and 1 was quiet but you could fill in the gaps!)' and 'sporty lad' who had been stranded ast Snowhill and wait with 2 members of staf for coach. It was ordered at 11:50 - they (TPTB at a management level) say it will be 30 minutes - TPTB Lie.
Chat with 'young guy with red hat' until the bus finally arrives at about 12:45, by which time all are very cold, 'irritated guy' has moaned that more should have been done and all others are discussing getting money back whilst me and 'young guy in red hat' are discussing the merits of going to Uni & various guitarists and musicians.
Total of 7 people on nice coach which stops at all stations - inc. Moor Street (well, that was worth the trip!).
Offer 'young guy with red hat' lift home from Shirley 'cos he lives on the way and is the only other person not stressing. He's impressed with the car and does a good job of de-icing whilst driving. It is so cold breath freezes on the window!

'Young guy with red hat' is called Phil and recomended this to me on YouTube - go watch a fantastic piece of heartfelt guitar playing!