Dave had been sent to Pamplona, north of Spain, to his second Stats Conference for the month. Compared to Italy this one was bigger, flasher, more expensive. Dave hated it.
It completely lacked the personal touch of the Italian alternative and, knowing no one and having little contact with the outside world, Dave felt isolated.
...Lonely, I'm Mr Lonely...
Added to this, even the mathematics on display was less relevant than the Italian job. Dave felt like he had wasted his time coming here on every level and could not wait to return home to good old rain drenched Liverpool.
Therefore, after missing the train and the bus to the airport, Dave did not hesitate to jump into a 100 pound taxi trip to ensure he didn't waste even one more second.
3 hrs later, he had never been happier to see Scouseland.
1 comment:
You didn't mention Tolon Tolon :(
He is upset now.
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