Word!
I took the bus down there in 2007 I think, and swore never again. It left Earls Court at 4.30pm, just in time for rush hour, 90 minutes later we passed within 6 minutes walk of my then home in Sheen. The toilet was out of order, the back seat was taken up by lairy, irritating Austalians and we stopped once, on the M4 to use the toilets. The sodding thing never went above 45mph, I remember eventually seeing Stonehenge and announcing to my friends that we were around 45minutes to an hour away. Two hours later we rolled into Glastonbury, around 1.30am.
My friends I went with returned to London by Coach, muddy and wet and said it was the worst experience of their lives. I had the foresight to beg a mate to squeeze me into the back of his Peugeot 106 with 2 other friends and a pile of muddy bags, and was infinitely more comfortable than I would have been on a bus full of dickheads.
Every time I go now, I drive. Leave at 5am, there by 9. No traffic FTW. Way home, leave around 4am, clear the bottlenecks, kip at the services on the Motorway for a bit, home for a bath a few hours after.
Except last year, slept through my alarm. Leave 9am, sit in traffic on the A303 for two hours. Friends all asleep. FML.
Word!
I took the bus down there in 2007 I think, and swore never again. It left Earls Court at 4.30pm, just in time for rush hour, 90 minutes later we passed within 6 minutes walk of my then home in Sheen. The toilet was out of order, the back seat was taken up by lairy, irritating Austalians and we stopped once, on the M4 to use the toilets. The sodding thing never went above 45mph, I remember eventually seeing Stonehenge and announcing to my friends that we were around 45minutes to an hour away. Two hours later we rolled into Glastonbury, around 1.30am.
My friends I went with returned to London by Coach, muddy and wet and said it was the worst experience of their lives. I had the foresight to beg a mate to squeeze me into the back of his Peugeot 106 with 2 other friends and a pile of muddy bags, and was infinitely more comfortable than I would have been on a bus full of dickheads.
Every time I go now, I drive. Leave at 5am, there by 9. No traffic FTW. Way home, leave around 4am, clear the bottlenecks, kip at the services on the Motorway for a bit, home for a bath a few hours after.
Except last year, slept through my alarm. Leave 9am, sit in traffic on the A303 for two hours. Friends all asleep. FML.