Spontaneity Worked.

My legs have been recovering in the past couple of days. They're catching up to the rest of my body. The twenty-one hour travelling session I had to complete left me standing and sitting upright. When I lay down on my bed, my body collapsed into a form of sighing relief.

The journey consisted of a cramped ferry journey with little choice of food and entertainment. Here the Terry Pratchett works would come in handy. Only with this Ferry there was much swaying. I wouldn't be surprised if it was due to many more passengers being present.

Three hours in Stena Line's Terminal was stupid. Although, my initial idea of travelling into the town of Stranraer felt even more dumb. So when I reached Carlisle at 10.00pm, it was my aim to make the most of it.

'Anywhere open?' asked one other traveller.

'Well it's Carlisle,' said the bus driver. 'And it's Monday. So no.'

I passed a couple of empty pubs, a scaled down Frankie & Benny's (which was closing just as I passed it) and was loosing hope. But further travels made me spot this group of young, beautiful people.

What's going on here then? I asked myself.

'Excuse me,' I asked one girl outside. 'What kind of place is this?'

'It's a gay bar,' said the girl.

'Brilliant! In we go,' I cried. Paid my £1.50 and me and the suitcase went in to cause an obstruction for Gay Bar goers in Carlisle. Funnily enough, it was a gig. I got a gig for £1.50. Warm surroundings. Material to write about. A video of a band composed entirely of pretty boys. ChromoGirl is what they called themselves.

What was more important was seeing that my insecurities are becoming more dispelled for me.

Some risks like this are worth taking.

Only the next eleven hours until I returned weren't as great. I got exceptionally hot Earl Gray tea to scold my mouth and a miserable old bat of a woman who questioned me on why there are so many 'foreigners' about.