You know I said that I wasn't drinking because I have to be up early on Sunday - well that kind of went out the window. That bubble wand is a fantastic prop - way better than Paddington or GI Barbie
I was on the train and a woman spotted my wand - "that's him, that's him, that's the bubble man" - she shouted down the carriage - I politely corrected her - "It's the man who sells the bubbles, go-on, do your trick - go-on" - she insisted - so I sat down beside her and explained that I wasn't the bubble guy and that I didn't have any tricks - well none I could perform on a packed train at any rate.
I almost had her convinced when another voice screamed - "Oh, you're brilliant you are, go on make a really big one" - "I said no", but she was a Brummie (person from Birmingham - they're relentless), she took offense and returned with two other people, by this time I had the attention of the carriage and the train manager, I was tired and the coffee had worn off, so I gave in - whipped out my wand and waved it around the carriage to whoops of delight and a round of applause.
There's no point arguing with a Brummie, so I went with being the bubble guy and we got to chatting. Anyway another woman comes clanking into the carriage with two carrier bags full of booze - she took one look at me and asked "who the f**k is that ?" - "the bubble guy" - her mates replied - "nah, he ain't the bubble guy, the bubble guy's fit and he's got long hair".
"Wahey!" - I thought, I'm out of here, but the first woman said she didn't care and I could stay - I was tired and really didn't want to stay - I wanted a coffee, but she insisted - Brummies are like that - next thing there's half a litre of cava in a glass in front of me - "get that down ya' - there's plenty more!".
So to cut a long story short - I may as well had a few beers earlier today as I'm completely rat-arsed right now - I reckon I've had a most of a bottle of Cava and God knows how much Vodka.
My wee cat was very happy to see me, he was shivering on the doorstep, the weather up here is lousy.
Anyway - sorry - I'll upload photos to flickr tomorrow, this is taking waaaay too long to type - I'm off to bed.
It was great meeting everybody - sorry I had to bail, but just think of all those poor people who would have had a boring trip home if I had stayed.
One of them had had a few piercings - some things should either be left un-pierced or kept for close friends and family - another thing about Brummies, they like to share
Wahey! am all spell checked out - bed.
Hey Annie, and co, if you're reading this early enough - have a great time, if not then I hope you've had as good a day as I've had, well maybe not the piercings - why she did that is beyond me - but feck it the wand is one hell of a prop - might take it to the hockey tomorrow
definitely bed now the cat keeps bugging me
It wasn't like it was something subtle either - a little stud maybe - it was a hulking great bar - I don't even know her name - but I guess that's Brummies for you.
Sorry, I really gotta sleep - catch you tomorrow










