French and Saunders - Part III

Once the show was over we made our way outside and then made our way across to the trainstation we were oringally meant to get the train to. We wanted to find out if there was a direct train home and what time the train was and found out the direct train goes from the other trainstation at 23:10 so we got a taxi across the town centre to The Hard Rock Cafe which is quite near the station.

We had a couple of drinks there, malibu and diet coke, and left before midnight because we wanted to be back at the station for midnight in case the train left early.
By this point my feet were in pure agony because I'd worn new shoes and they'd rubbed my little toes like mad and now my big toes were rubbing and my feet had swelled and were pushing against all parts of the shoes like they were trying to break out so walking felt like I was walking on glass at that point and to make matters worse my jeans kept sliding down because I'd not put a belt on because I was wearing a waist belt above my top.

When we got to the platform the train was only a few minutes off leaving so it was a good job that we'd decided to go back slightly earlier otherwise we may of missed the train which of course wouldn't of been good. I was very relieved to sit down and take the preasure off my feet.
The journey home was slow and I was tired but had to stay awake because my dad has a habit of nodding off and Lynds was close to falling asleep next to me. The journey really dragged on taking an hour to get back, it could of gone a lot faster but I guess it has to go as fast as it's meant to go.

By the time we got back to Blackburn I had such a numb bum and couldn't wait to get walking but that was painful and hard to walk with the pain my feet were in. It was bloody cold too and standing around in that with feet feeling like I'd walked through glass wasn't my idea of a fun night out but I guess that will serve me right for wearing new shoes on a night out.

The taxi took a little while, Lyndsey had ordered two and she got in the first one and we were stood around for another five minutes for ours. I've never been so pleased to see a taxi arrive than I was when the taxi turned up. My poor feet were dying to get out of the shoes and now I was finally on my way home. The taxui driver was so nosey asking where the other one had gone because he knew two had been ordered and he was asking where we'd been and then started to go on about how he lived round the corner from where we lived and knew if we knew certain people.

Finally home I collapsed on the sofa and pulled my shoes off. My feet were swallen and bright red and hurting like crazy.
Both my dad and I were hungry so we ordered take away, he got a donner kabab and I got a chicken kabab and they are £3.50 each but when he came he charged us £11.20. I'd sent my dad to the door with a tenner and he came back in asking for change and I asked him if he was sure it was so much for two kababs. What a rip off and they weren't very good either. I've used that take away later than that time before (after 1am) and they've never charged me so much so in future I won't be using them.

I was so shattered I should of gone to bed but I ended up staying up till 2am and then went and read the program I'd got from the theatre so it was well after 3am when I put my head down to sleep but it was such an amazing night ... well except for the shoes murdering my feet.