I hate the fact that I have negligible self control, meaning that I got pissed in the Yucatan last night and missed my train to Glasgow this morning. The 06:05 was always going to be an ambitious start to a holiday, but with a solid booze beforehand it didn't happen. FFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU. £70 error that I can scant afford at the moment.
They might advertise that train but they never run it. No point.
They might advertise that train but they never run it. No point.