I woke up in Milton Keynes

Well, I guess it had to happen eventually. We’ve been in Berkhamsted for just over a year and last night was the first (and hopefully last) time that I fell asleep on the train and didn’t wake up until I got to the end of the line.

Well, I say it’s the first time but it has happened before without such bad consequences. I did it twice when we were living in North Finchley. However, waking up in Barnet isn’t such a big deal as there are buses and it’s not that ar if you take a cab. The Silverlink County train that serves Berkhamsted is a bit different.

I had a frustrating day at work yesterday and had to stay late in order to get my manager’s input on something. When he suggested that I joined him and a few of my colleagues for a cheeky beer I thought ‘what a great idea’ – a chance to unwind and a chance to get to know some of the guys I’m working with a bit better. Four or five pints of Abbot Ale later and I found myself in a cab trying to get to Euston as quickly as possible in order to make the 23:34. That cost me £19 and I missed it by about one minute. So, I resigned myself to catching the 00:04 with the thought of how stupid I had been to stay for ‘just one more’. I bought myself an Upper Crust baguette – the late commuter’s dinner of choice – and boarded the train.

Then I found myself being told that “THIS IS MILTON KEYNES!” by the train announcer. Not the best words I have ever heard. If I was cheesed off at myself for missing the first train, this took things to a whole new level. It was quite disconcerting at first – there were very few people around and the taxis had all scooted off into the distance. For a while I didn’t quite know what I was going to do – my train had been the last one and I wasn’t sure whether the taxis expected anyone else to be waiting. After what seemed like an age, a taxi did appear and I was on my way home.

I finally made it back just after 2am, about £80 lighter than when I started my evening. Four hours of sleep at the end of a long week didn’t feel too great when I was on a conference call at 7am today!

So, from today I gladly say goodbye to two things – drinking during the week and drinking when there’s even the remotest chance that I’ll fall asleep on the way home. I’m getting too old for all of this so it has got to be the way forward. I’m just thankful that we didn’t move to Reading or I could’ve been writing this from a hotel in Bristol!

2 Comments

  1. Oh no!
    That really sucks. You deserve a big long sleep in tomorrow and then on to a BBQ where you will have no fear of falling a sleep on the train afterwards! Instead you can roll yourself up the hill and into bed!

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  2. I live in Milton Keynes and fell asleep on the last train back from Euston. Woke up in Wolverhampton! Glad it wasn’t Glasgow Central…

    I had no money for a cab (which would have been about £100-150) so I slept, like a common troll, on a station bench under copies of the local free paper, until coming back on the first train the next day. Luckily the conductors took pity on me and let back into MK for free.

    Moral? Don’t be a prat.

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