I'm pretty sure this is the Port/Train Station at Holyhead in Wales.
It's also the place where I set a trash can on fire, where I was hit on then vigourously pursued by a drunk woman who had more children than teeth, questioned at length about my reasons for being where I was and going where I intended to be...not much different than most weekends in my early twenties.
More significantly though it's also the place where I almost froze to death.
I was on my way back from Ireland where I'd spent a week or so ridin' the train and generally being aimless....I think I went to the movies in Cork. Anyway, I did that til I ran out of money...in Dingle of all places.
Ultimately getting back meant getting back to Heidleberg Germany where I was stationed in the Army, but first I had to get back to Holyhead...
Go on, I'm listenting.
ReplyDeleteGood picture of Holyhead that... makes it almost look pretty, must have caught it on a good day.
You don't have time to read my blog right now, or work, or the Missus...you should be writing more grade A rocknroll songs.
ReplyDeleteI take that back...you should at least make time for the blog.
bit quiet at work at the moment dude, and we got redundancies coming up soon, so I'l possibly have more time on my hands for this sorta stuff than I'll ever need
ReplyDeleteI've seen your work.
ReplyDeleteThey're ignoramousess if they lay you off.