Yobs
Greetings from the Midlands. We had some big storm come through last night -- knocked down trees, and hence power, further south, but Northampton seems to be intact.
Getting here yesterday was not as easy as I'd thought; apparently I entirely hallucinated the direct train line from Peterborough to Northampton, so after I'd taken the taxi to Peterborough (main roads! yay! only 22 pounds!) I ended up having to take a train to Birmingham and then another to Northampton.
The Peterborough train station seems small for a town that size. This is what it sounds like, while you're waiting for your train. And waiting. And waiting: "We are sorry to inform those passengers waiting for the 11:32 from Stanstead that the train will be delayed for 14 minutes due to technical difficulties in London." "We are sorry to inform passengers waiting for the 12:25 to London Euston that that train will be delayed due to lack of personnel in the station." "The 11:45 to Leeds has been cancelled. The next train to Leeds will arrive at 14:45." "The 12:06 to Birmingham will be delayed by 9 minutes due to animals on the track at Thorney."*
That was my favorite. How many animals does it take to stop a train? One cow? Ten geese? What animals were these? Packs of roving wild dogs? Herds of annoyed sheep?
Anyway. I'm here now, and I love my B&B, though I have to walk into town to get internet access, and I'm going off now to visit the last of the MS rooms -- today and tomorrow, and then I'm done with manuscripts, and off to the medievalists' conference.
Not a lot of time, alas, to tool around in Northampton, which is a lovely city. Even if Charles II did destroy it, in a fit of pique for Northampton having been so deeply in favor of Cromwell. The town cleaned up real nice.
I was reading the paper last night, while eating a whole lot of blessed vegetables over at the Indian restaurant around the corner from the B&B. Apparently Northampton is plagued, at night, by drunken yobs. I love that word, "yob." Although I believe I've never heard it used except with the adjective "drunken." Does anybody know about this? Can one be a sober yob? Enquiring minds want to know. Please leave comment, in comment section.
In the meantime, I will keep an eye out for yobs, of whatever sort.
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*Those of you who actually know the area will see immediately that I have made up the train times and the places. Yes. I did.
Getting here yesterday was not as easy as I'd thought; apparently I entirely hallucinated the direct train line from Peterborough to Northampton, so after I'd taken the taxi to Peterborough (main roads! yay! only 22 pounds!) I ended up having to take a train to Birmingham and then another to Northampton.
The Peterborough train station seems small for a town that size. This is what it sounds like, while you're waiting for your train. And waiting. And waiting: "We are sorry to inform those passengers waiting for the 11:32 from Stanstead that the train will be delayed for 14 minutes due to technical difficulties in London." "We are sorry to inform passengers waiting for the 12:25 to London Euston that that train will be delayed due to lack of personnel in the station." "The 11:45 to Leeds has been cancelled. The next train to Leeds will arrive at 14:45." "The 12:06 to Birmingham will be delayed by 9 minutes due to animals on the track at Thorney."*
That was my favorite. How many animals does it take to stop a train? One cow? Ten geese? What animals were these? Packs of roving wild dogs? Herds of annoyed sheep?
Anyway. I'm here now, and I love my B&B, though I have to walk into town to get internet access, and I'm going off now to visit the last of the MS rooms -- today and tomorrow, and then I'm done with manuscripts, and off to the medievalists' conference.
Not a lot of time, alas, to tool around in Northampton, which is a lovely city. Even if Charles II did destroy it, in a fit of pique for Northampton having been so deeply in favor of Cromwell. The town cleaned up real nice.
I was reading the paper last night, while eating a whole lot of blessed vegetables over at the Indian restaurant around the corner from the B&B. Apparently Northampton is plagued, at night, by drunken yobs. I love that word, "yob." Although I believe I've never heard it used except with the adjective "drunken." Does anybody know about this? Can one be a sober yob? Enquiring minds want to know. Please leave comment, in comment section.
In the meantime, I will keep an eye out for yobs, of whatever sort.
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*Those of you who actually know the area will see immediately that I have made up the train times and the places. Yes. I did.
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