Conrad

Was a cold and windy afternoon in Aberystwyth, and Sausage and myself hd just arisen from slumber, tidied up the house and headed into town in order to catch the 12:34 to borth, to catch up with Jade n Chubby n Caz n Tim. Ne hoo, as luck would have it we missed said 12:34 and had to sit on the station for 3 hours, yawn. this was when we met Conrad, who sat down and began to tell us his story. unlike most homeless dudes he was really sociable and chatty, (despite being well under white lightning). We had 3 hours to burn and Sausage was going nowhere in stilletos. as we could make out, Conrads story goes a little something like this.
Having had a bust up with his nagging wife (not a good start), Conrad went from Glasgow to the Algarve on a few weeks holiday to get his thoughts together, where he was promptly mugged (I guess he missed out the boring holidaying bit) they took eveyrthing, his bag of clothes, money and documents, he had nothing, not even a proof of identity. so Conrad began his long trip home, apparently 9 weeks ago, but we reckon it was a little longer. having got himeslf onto a boat England, he next got the train to birmingham, and after getting kicked off for not having a ticket numerous times finaly made it to brum, where under the influance of quite a lot of booze of some description (at that point for warmth purposes only of course) he got on the night train to Shrewsbury (completley the wrong direction, ended up in Shrewsbury. Having sobered up a little, he decided to go back to birmingham (obvious plan), but then drank some more. got on the correct train, on the wrong platform, in the wrong direction. ended up in Aberystwyth some time ago, and now decided to try a make a break for birmingham again. present day and time.
At this point Conrad made a run for his bottle, which some chavs were eyeing up, so Saus and I went for lunch, chips and curry inteh crappest restraunt in the world ever, my treat. after half an hour we returned, bearing gifts of chips for our new found chum. we sat around for another hour or so, and then the trio jumped on the 3:34 to Birmingham, we got off at Borth 10 miniutes later, with Conrad who was 'asked to leave' but he was one station closer to Birmingham, and Glasgow. and that is where we left him, assuming he got on the next west bound train. Im sure somewhere between here and Timbuctu, the saga will continue.