Tattooing.

Today has been spent on our inefficient public transport system going to and from the Edinburgh tattoo at Empty Head stadium in Melbourne to sunny Seymour. Our journey started with the train to Melbourne being packed to the gunnels . Standing room only till Broadmeadows then the surban to the city,as I say never look back if you are going forward. As we shuffle toward the stadium we all feel the need for food so we drag our selves into some unorganised establishment for a few morsels of I think they call it food. Now we are ready for the big event ,and what a great show it turned out to be. 2 and a half hours later we hit the Mail Exchange hotel for a cool drink before we chance our luck on our return journey. With a on time departure my hopes are high but it is not long before the death rattles start to appear in this dodgy Public Transport System, the train running 1hour ahead of us has had a hissy fit and stopped . Life is not meant to be easy but a little bit of luck would good on the odd occasion, some 55 minutes later snail rail continues to take me towards my final destination slowly. My evening plans with the bride have been shattered so it looks like pizza AGAIN , well enough wingeing it's time to to to forgive and forget this terrible experience and move on .
               WADDA