Edinburgh: Day III

Woke up. Again. What a drab.

Checked out and threw my luggage into the bus hold - into the other bus, not the same one I travelled on, to Edinburgh, for no apparent reason.

Then, Anna (hottie) and Sara asked whether I'd like to join them for breakfast, which I did, inviting the rest of my roomies. Anna and Sara met some friends and went to sit with them, while me and my roomies sat nearby, though Anna then came to say to me that there was a seat left at their table, which I'd stupidly replied "We've got enough seats here"; sat down and started mentally bashing myself. What a fuckwit.

Waited a good 25 minutes for my 'Grand Breakfast', 7 quid, which was anything but grand (in quality and proportion). I could have made a better breakfast, trial chef at St. David's and all.

Nothing much happened after that, till we left for Cardiff. Then all sorts of shit happened. The other bus (the same one I was on coming from Cardiff) started pissing it self. I joke you not. Somehow the bus had overheated really badly and was steaming and leaking from behind. Kinda like a multi-ton baby. Strange that I chose the good bus out of the blue. Oh well.

Much more shit happened after that, which I find to tiresome to repeat, but the following highlights should suffice:
i) I sat next to a girl who had a vendetta against Tomatoes and bird-paranoia, archnemesis numero uno being shitting pigeons;
ii) We watched Shrek, on a telly that showed mainly snow and static;
iii) I felt bad for a toilet cleaner who got cussed at for no apparent reason by a pissing tosser;
iv) Two girls were trying to kill time by killing each other - seriously. It was quite pleasurable to see them birds hurting each other, for the sake of passing time and mutually painful entertainment;
v) I read. I slept. I ate. I drank. I smoked. Then I read. Slept. Ate. And smoked somemore.

11 hours later we were finally back. Hoo-fucking-ray. Then, the shortest courtship in history happened.