Hooooome...

I am back in the 'bridge. This is only my first night but it feels a little bit weird and I can't quite workout why.
My journey home was very dull until I got into Cambridge station; I asked the nice ticket man if he would let me through the big ticket gate thing because I had a massive bag and he said in his most patronising voice, 'just put your ticket in love and you'll be fine..' Well that got my back up straight away and since I had this huge bag I clearly wasn't going to be fine, so when I did get stuck I asked him, very politely, if he could open the ticket gate I had gone through since my hand was lodged in it and instead of apologising and helping me, he tutted! Then he said 'love you need to give yourself more time..' Now I should have stayed calm really but something inside me snapped so I said 'oi LOVE its not me who needs more time its this fucking ticket machine and actually you need to listen to what I'm saying next time!'
Well by this point I had held up everyone and was getting tuts thrown at me from every angle, but it wasn't over, just as he opened his mouth to say something back I launched in with an epic rant - 'look mate I haven't just dragged this suitcase all over the south east just to finally get into Cambridge and have some eejet (I actually came over a bit Irish) talk to me like a twat and actually help me to get trapped in a ticket gate, so how about next time you JUST DO YOUR FUCKING JOB!'
....Well I actually thought I was going to get arrested, so I did the very British thing of stomping off ranting and tutting under my breath...
So it would seem that I am home....