So after waking up in Birmingham this morning, VERY hungover, the last thing I wanted to do was get a bus. But I had to.
Apparently Birmingham has some sort of mass Irish community as the St Patrick's Day parade (which was premature) took up an entire street. Unluckily for me, this happened to be the street the coach station was on. Anyway. The coach journey was not good. Very hungover, too hot, some man constantly singing and I woke up to find my head on top of my friends boob. Plus the tube was pants.
3/10
Amy
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