I arrived at the Dundee train station 10 minutes early. What a joy!
Taking advantage of this stroke of luck I decided to visit a local public house to sample so of its fine beverages. Happy is the man whom time favours.
A spot of bother arises after a local fellow accuses my good self of ‘spilling his bleeeeeedin pint’. I assure the chap that he is mistake and proceed on to my sixth glass of ale. I feel a sharp pain upon the back of my head, truly it must be the pang of fine ale glass.
Retiring to another establishment I continue my perusal of the local malts. What a grand time indeed.
Feeling slightly merry I arrive at my college destination to find that the blighters have finished. What rot indeed, I left no haste in stating my discontent with the proceedings vowing never to return.