choices

i seem to have developed a worrying new skil: the ability to make the wrong choice. it is unerring. it is scary. this weekend there were only a few things i needed to do. go to marxism 2007, go to birmingham, see some art. not much, easily doable.
but made harder when you decide for no good reason to stay up all night friday on the computer, and try to snatch a few hours sleep.
bad choice.
so the plan of saturday disappeared. no going to birmingham first thing. new plan. go see some art in the west end. some dithering saw that one go up in smoke.
i will read some of my book. i start and then fall asleep.
bad choice.
the day seems to have pretty much disappeared when i wake up, again.
a quick shower. a trip over to brick lane. a coffee.
good choice.
over to marxism 2007. have not planned it well this year so no talks, just book buying.
home. sleep, eventually.
good choice.
sunday and it is off to birmingham. my departure is delayed by me finishing off reading a graphic novel.
bad choice.
confirm that the train is not making a straight journey to birmingham international, works on the line. change at rugby and catch the coach.
jump on train just as it is leaving. it is going to birmingham new street. that’s odd i think.
ticket inspector comes round and i ask “can i take this to new street and catch a train to international?” yes he says. sorted.
pull into rugby. do i get out here and catch the coach or continue on train? stay on train.
bad choice.
get to new street. pleasant and quick journey.
no connecting trains. works on line. bastaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaards.
have to get coach from new street to international.
do the event. dull, dull, dull. the only thing i really wanted to buy was a fing fang foom heroclix figure. i couldn’t.
get ready to go. catch the coach. which way. to rugby or to new street – either way i can catch a train to london.
coach for new street arrives few people getting on. on i hop/
can you tell what it was?
bad choice.
coach gets us to new street. train is on time, and not overly packed. i get on. should be home in a few hours. joy.
train diverted.
4 hours later i am in euston.
whole day bad choice.

none of which augers well when it comes to making (oh hell i know what i am planning on doing) the choice of london and runcorn (what a fucking choice that is…)
oh well maybe i will win the lottery… except for the bad choices i make with the numbers.