It's my birthday, my b-b-b-birthday



Well it was yesterday. So it was the beer goggles on last night as I came home from a night out in Soho (that'll give Google searchers something to think about) with workmates.



Fortunately I managed to get home with my keys and without having had lots of shots which is usually what happens with work nights out. All was smooth on the way home except the tube gods weren't with me at Turnham Green and I had to wait ten minutes in the cold for a train to Richmond.



I have lost count of the amount of times I have sat or stood at Turnham Green station which should be re-named Turnham Blue as that is the colour your extremities go in the winter there. The only waiting room at Turnham Green is a tiny little hut of room which usually smells of urine and most of the time is locked. However sometimes I have been so desparately cold I have waited in there and even worse fallen asleep in there. Not pleasant.