London transport!

I made it home!

I tried to walk to a nearby cinema. Here's what happened - the walk was a nice hour and a half, a long way, but I caught the bus to shave off the first 30 minutes. Then I figured the best way from Hendon to Kensal Rise (across North London) was the overland train to West Hampstead, then walk. So far so good.

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On the way back, however, I realized that the train was moving quite fast. The first stop flew by (mine was the second) and no one really looked up. Then I realized it was a packed train. Okay, I might be on the wrong train...Then a kind of sinking feeling as Hendon flew by with no sign of the train stopping. Clearly I was on the express, and then it hit me - to Bedford. In Bedforshire. That's Bedfordshire, as in, not London. As in another county, called Bedfordshire. Bedfordshire!
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It took me three hours to get home. Anyway, it was surprisingly okay, as it stopped at St. Albans, half way home. I got the stopping train back, which was empty of course, because who travels into London at 9 pm on a week night? Me apparently.
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