I went a-visiting yesterday.

I went to Manchester. It was great - had a lovely time while I was there, met up with a friend from my second summer school way back when, dragged him round some shoe shops trying to find human versions of Iantobear's shoes for Dragon*Con costuming, saw Wall-E at the cinema, had a lovely meal and got a surprise 2-for-1 on the main course from the cinema tickets, and made it back in time to miss the rain up here as well.

But the journey down was hell on earth. So much so that it's going under a cut.

You see, I always thought that having a character get physically ill (reeling away feeling dizzy/faint/sick etc.) just from what someone said was a bit melodramatic and over the top, and that didn't really happen.

( But on my journey down... )