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Taking the crazy train to Crazy Town


Uncle B’s mom took us to dinner tonight. She goes back tomorrow. I’m stuffed to the gills with good food and good booze, there’s a howling gale beating against the windows, and you damn well won’t get much sense out of me tonight. But I had to share — when we got home, they all had THIS conversation:

Uncle B: Right. You’ll be catching the 13:37 to King’s Cross Station tomorrow.

Old Granny B (peering into her pocket diary): it was the 13:36 last year.

Uncle B: well, you can’t go by that. They’ll have changed the schedule several times since then and just because it’s the near same time doesn’t mean it’s the same train. The important thing is, you want to switch to the fast train from London. There’s a fast train and a slow train. The fast train stops on the South side of the tracks and there are stairs. The slow train stops on the North side and you wouldn’t have to cross over.

Young Master B, the nephew: or you could go one stop beyond. The next station down the line doesn’t have any stairs at all, and the cab ride wouldn’t be any farther!

And that’s when I knew I was in Monty Python country.


Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: September 2, 2009, 7:18 pm

It’s a fair cop, guv’nor.

Comment from armybrat
Time: September 2, 2009, 9:01 pm

It’s so nice that you can enjoy your mother in law. Me…not so much.

Comment from scubafreak
Time: September 2, 2009, 10:30 pm

AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! HELP!!!!! You’ve gotten me on a Monty Python kick on Youtube and I can’t STOP!!!!!!

Comment from Weasely
Time: September 3, 2009, 1:48 am

It was the dead guy on the floor while this conversation was taking place that gave it away, wasn’t it?

Comment from Allen
Time: September 3, 2009, 12:15 pm

Wait a minute I’m confused. Is she changing trains at King’s Cross, or is that the destination? Why the heck would she need a cab if she’s changing trains?

The Brits are always so helpful when you ask them about trains and such. But, it sometimes gets to the point where you are screaming in your own head: leave off with the tiny details, just give me the basics!

I liked Japan’s train system. Once you got outside of the major cities nothing was in any other language. It was kind of cool, you’re totally lost and you’re not sure if the sign says “no exit” or something you are actually looking for.

Comment from Old Grouch
Time: September 3, 2009, 4:44 pm

Mornington Crescent!

(Sorry, wrong line. I must be clueless today.)

Comment from Dawn
Time: September 3, 2009, 4:50 pm

very nice.

Comment from The nephew
Time: September 3, 2009, 6:28 pm

I can’t spot the monty python connection, but you’re right about our convo’s having a great deal of humour. Auntie weasel’s jam is the best btw!

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: September 3, 2009, 6:44 pm

Oh. OH!!!! You clever little bastard! You ran my jam label through the Googlometer, didn’t you?

Well, that’s just swell. If you nark on me, I’ll rip out your tongue and slap you silly with it, m’kay?

Comment from Dawn
Time: September 3, 2009, 6:52 pm

Kind of like this…

Comment from The nephew
Time: September 3, 2009, 7:06 pm

Indeed, the all knowing google 🙂 have no fear i like my tounge where it is so we’re both safe. Your sites are a tad trippy, but i guess i shouldn’t of expected anything different from a weasel.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: September 3, 2009, 7:15 pm

Huh. Well, okay. But I bet this place looks complete crap on your phone.

Why, I bet you can’t even make the weasel at the top of this page run.

Comment from The nephew
Time: September 3, 2009, 7:29 pm

He does so run! Haha how do you know i’m on my phone? I cant be assed to switch on my lappy.. Effort.. 🙂

Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: September 3, 2009, 7:33 pm

Phone? PHONE!?! Goddamnit! How do they get the pichers down them little wires, eh?! Tell me that Mr Smartypants!

I knew no good would come of all this. The Intel sticker on my laptop has just melted and my wrist is sticking to the plastic.

It’s an ill omen. Ask any badger.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: September 3, 2009, 7:34 pm

Ohhhh…didn’t realize you had a laptop. Thought the phone was all you had for web.

Say, isn’t it past your bedtime? It’s a work night, innit?

Comment from The nephew
Time: September 3, 2009, 7:40 pm

I like the fact the smiley faces are little weasels! Thats a nice touch. I don’t know about work i am a sleepy little monkey though.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: September 3, 2009, 7:43 pm

Be off with you! And dream of weasels and Spuddamun…

Anduh d’leecious ‘otdogsuh!

Comment from EZnSF
Time: September 3, 2009, 9:10 pm

hehe. How can you not love the Brits? Who ever heard that any form of public transport would be on time, much less efficient?

And I just discovered Al Murray on Utube this morning.
(yes, admitting I was on Utube at 7:00 AM on a workday)

Comment from MCPO Airdale
Time: September 4, 2009, 1:46 pm

I do so love reading this site!

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