Trains, Bears and Automatic Line Spacings

Just got back from visiting my parents for the last time. As I mentioned before they've also just moved and are now living out of boxes in a rather unusually structured house. It's weird seeing all their old stuff copied and pasted into a new building, a bit like seeing someone walking down the street wearing all your clothes.

Irritatingly the train from Leamington Spa to Bournemouth costs a whopping sixty pounds, which is pretty much the same price as the flight to Palma that I just booked cost me. How on earth Virgin Trains can charge that much when the air conditioning broke causing people to pass out in the carriages is beyond me. One thing that I'll never get tired of moaning about is the quiet zone on trains. Being a highly auditory person, I get really irritated by loud noises so I always make sure I'm sat in the quiet zone... I don't really know why I bother as it just seems to attract the world's loudest, rudest and stupidest people. I mean, if you insist on talking so loud that my ears start hurting then at least make the conversation of some interest rather than some inane chicken-in-a-basket style whining about 'how rude people are nowadays'. Bitches.

Anyway, yes, I've booked my tickets to leave now. Next Saturday afternoon from Birmingham. Strangely every flight to Palma seems to arrive between 2 and 5 in the morning... which is just great. 'Think you can avoid jet lag by going to a place that's only an hour ahead? Yeah, well screw you, we're gonna make you fly when you should be asleep.'

I've got a couple of TV's and a video player to ditch still, but my mum had the genius idea of taking them to an old people's home. Luckily I'm in the OAP mecca here so am hopefully gonna off-load tomorrow. Now everyone wants those fancy LCD TV's there seems to be no place in the world for a TV the size of medium sized bear.

Speaking of medium sized bears, I also have to ditch my beloved Sterte. I bought him for five pounds from the weirdest shop on earth many years ago. He's a very large soft toy bear which I'm sure was used as a means to smuggle cocaine from South America at some stage but got lost on route to his, presumably, moustached owners. As with CRT televisions, there seems to be no demand for such a large object... especially as he leaks stuffing and has a dubious brown stain on his chest. He's also reduced in height by 50% due to his own weight squashing himself... so he looks somewhat rotund. If anyone wants him... let me know, he's very happy and kids would love him... unless they've already got an LCD version.

R

(oh, if anyone's wondering what's up with my formatting, yeah, well blogger's formatting sucks and it keeps messing it up, I'm giving up trying to get it to work now so you'll just have to put up with excess line spaces)
(I've just had to come back and edit this post AGAIN because it added SIX line spaces to each paragraph... what a pile of crap)