I lived with John for two years when I was at university. He's the guy who put up with my ramblings about encryption and gave me a programming sounding board. He's also the guy behind many midnight ramblings. Despite being a computer-type guy and a borderline otaku, he has no Livejournal. This is an oddity I mentioned should be rectified soon.
We walked and talked, and dropped into the Travelling Man. Good place. I need to go back there more. The winds and rain were insane by this point, so we departed for food. Trekking around, doing our best not to succumb and buy food as well as coffee in one of these places that is frequented by pretentious Mac
More wind on the way back. Talking in Doncaster station with a purple-haired girl from Edinburgh, apparently the trailer of an articulated truck had fallen on the rails south of there. A nice girl, one of the many I've met when in transit who get on another train, never to be seen again. Transitory friends.
My head is in weird place for no good reason. Apologies for lack of coherence.