I made it back to Scotland with only a little (okay, a LOT) of confusion in Paris Gare Lyon regarding how in the world I was supposed to get to Gare du Nord in half an hour. Luckily, a very nice French man directed me and I somehow managed it, but I don't know how and I probably couldn't do it again. To change stations at London, I got a taxi (after almost failing at the Metro, there was no way I was trying to work the London Underground).
I now ache like a mofo. I was travelling non-stop on buses, trains, metros and taxis, carrying an enormous suitcase, my laptop and a bag filled with bottles and other miscellanous *heavy* stuff, for over 12 hours. I've discovered muscle pain where I didn't even know I had muscle.
I'm going to see David Mitchell and Robert Webb tonight. Very very exciting indeed. I just hope we don't miss the last train from Glasgow. It's not a pretty place to be stuck in overnight.
Mood - Tired, but happy.
Music - My flatmate has Radio 2 on
The elusive little minx had gone before we even got out of the theatre. I very nearly ran off with David Mitchell though - he was so Tim-like, it was ridiculous! Robert wore a Nazi uniform at one point - the Graeme ressemblance was unbelievable! Memories....