Tuesday

I have to go to Scunthorpe today - I'm dreading it. 8 hours+ on a train for a 20 min presentation - and I probably won't talk, and it's a free pitch.

I cycled to the station at 5pm last night - the ticket office was closed, rather than risk it being closed this morning at 7am - i bought my ticket rom the machine - when I got home - I realised that despite it being 'open anytime' - it was dated by the machine yesterday - I called the company and they said it was not valid and I can't have a refund because it wasn't 24 hours notice - f the ticket office is open at 7am I'm going to try and change it - otherwise I might be getting arrested again - it was a very expensive ticket.

Couldn't sleep last night after a very difficult couple of days - ended up having a strange nightmare about me living in a giant mansion with Brad Pit ( ???? ) and loads of freeloading young people - the staff room to the college was kept in a room downstairs with all the staff in it, working away - and he kept giant finches that were as big as large dogs, and kept getting bigger all the time - sitting around, drinking cups of tea. There was also someone on hand 24 hours a day to cut my hair.