Thursday before Yarm and I was up with the lark. The train was at around 10am and I was up at 7am. Anticipation? I should say so, it is always a pleasure to meet the denizens of the North East. Packing took the prerequisite 10 minutes and I was still way too early. A thought occurred, hows about a full breakfast to kick start the trip. So, it was off to Brooke Street for a cholesterol busting £3.80 full breakfast with a mug of tea.
The foundation laid I caught the first leg of the journey from Chester to Manchester Picc. This was a wee sprinter with seats like a bus, no bother it was to be less than an hour. I arrived in Manchester and had a few minutes to kill wandering around the station. I was looking forward to boarding the magnificently named "Trans Pennine Express". This conjured up pictures of a behemoth snake of luxurious carriages. Nah, it was a 3 carriage dilapidated piece of junk. Still the enthusiasm was not reduced and I had a reserved seat and a good book.
I was on my way to the North East.
Rich B was a few minutes ahead of me into Darlington and when I arrived he was there along with Phil & Matt. Back to Phil's then on to the Eagle where the chief scout was already in residence. Then it was beer, beer, Michelle arrived, beer, beer, casino, All-in v GIMac and JJ held, beer, beer, out of home game, beer, beer, lose at cash, lose at 3 card poker, win at BJ (this becomes a theme), beer, beer and then bed.
The weekend had begun.
