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Even now, I still find myself thinking about this. You can jump red lights, tailgate or shout "cunt" at every car in your path and I will offer only forgiveness, but point the bus in the opposite fucking direction to prolong this agony and I will lose my shit. "I think you might be going the wrong way, mate," was the best I could muster after 15 miles of waiting for him to work it out. I called him "mate." Mate! It's still one of the biggest regrets of my life. Mate.After Meadowhall, there came a 50-minute gap to Leeds, which finally gave the opportunity for sleep on quieter days. Early on, some clever wanker pulled out a blow-up neck pillow at this point as if this was the non-stop flight from Heathrow to Kuala Lumpur. I spent ten minutes laughing at her nerdiness, followed by 40 minutes of intense jealousy, folding myself up into another contortionist's shape and trying in vain to fall asleep. First thing I did when I got into the office was got on Amazon and ordered one for myself.Read on MUNCHIES: This Poultry Company Has a Live Chicken Running Its Twitter Account
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