I did a gig in Hatfield last night, it was the gloriously titled University of Hertfordshire.
Now, I’m a bit skint at the mo, and when I got to Hatfield station I figured, instead of a taxi or deciphering the cryptic bus routes I would walk to the gig.
It was raining a lot, but I had a map, and the gig and the station fit on one A4 page - so i figured it wouldn’t be that far. So I set on my journey.
It was that far, and Hatfield has no street signs, maybe they still think it’s the 1940’s. So, one hour, a lot of wrong turnings and a wet tide mark on my jeans up to my knees I finally arrived at the gig.
The other acts were all there and I told them I’d walked, to their amazement “but that’s a long way”. and I found myself saying “yes, I’m an idiot” as opposed to “I’m quite skint and walking is free”. And it’s odd isn’t it how being an idiot is less socially embarrassing than having no money.
It was made worse by the fact that Chris Martin had given Maria from Avalon a lift from the station… and she was on the same train as me.
Bloody me.
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