Brum

Public transport is rubbish sometimes.

Signal failures, dashing to other stations, paying for additional tickets on different line, packed train meaning getting to loo impossible. On way back, packed train full of drunk men, some of whom were rather unpleasant, some deliberately, some accidentally.
I began to cry, for all sorts of reasons.

Liked the font at Birmingham Moor Street though.

The committee meeting was productive I think, and I got some reality checks on dissertation (nearly all of them could remember doing theirs). Verdict is - given where I've got to and when my academic consultant is away, February is unrealistic, but keep plugging away anyway!
Another long day, especially for the weekend. Sod getting up early tomorrow.