The conference however is not what I am writing about, I am writing about my actual physical journey and the people I met along the way. Getting up early enough to catch the 6am train I hoped to avoid the crowd on their way to Wembley for the FA Cup Semi Final, however I was wrong oh so wrong. Apparently 6am is a perfectly acceptable time to be drinking Stella and thankfully a very lovely train conducter took pity on me and upgraded me to first class.
I bumped down to earth again when I hit London and I realised that being in the South is so much different than being in the North. It was like I had passed an invisible barrier, a barrier where you cant talk to strangers even when you are trying to help them, a barrier that meant you had to get somewhere in a hurry even if you dont know where you are going, a barrier that made you feel alone even when you are in a crowded place.
Why does being in London mean you lose your humanity? The pub where we went for drinks after the conference was full of drunk men who felt it was perfectly acceptable to pinch or slap the bum of any lady who was close by. The train I got home although a "Dry" train had an absolute arse of a man on it who seemed to enjoy saying the most contraversial things he could think of to try to get a reaction from the other passengers, thankfully he was removed from the train at Stoke. Which left me to talk to a table of men about why I was in London for the day.
Have you ever tried to explain blogging to a non blogger or someone who doesnt even know what a blog is? Ever tried to tell them what a tweet is? I was asked some really stupid questions like whats the difference between a tweet and a blog but it was actually quite a pleasant conversation and it felt good to be back with the northerners where a female travelling alone can talk to a group of men without feeling threatened or intimidated.
I leave you with one of the words of wisdom that they passed on to me, I did try to tweet it but my reception was non existent on the train