>Tumblr (3.0; @lewisfish)http://lewisfish.com/<img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l4qppd1lNP1qae50ko1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p><a href="http://chloekirkby.tumblr.com/post/746675602/i-love-my-dog" target="_blank">chloekirkby</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>i love my dog</p> </blockquote> <p>this is the most awesome dog in the world ever</p>http://lewisfish.com/post/762505782http://lewisfish.com/post/762505782Fri, 02 Jul 2010 20:09:49 +0100<img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0tqnnNdbd1qzpwydo1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p>chloe - click through for her blog :)</p>http://lewisfish.com/post/518601331http://lewisfish.com/post/518601331Tue, 13 Apr 2010 17:47:47 +0100<p>Been meaning to write about this for a while, but I’ve been so busy practicing my procrastination skills I just haven’t had the time! I apologise in advance if you don’t find this as amusing as we do, but even if it is a ‘you had to be there’ moment, I’m going to tell you about it anyway.</p> <p>It happened last Sunday; on Valentine’s Day. I met Chloe and we were waiting for a train to Sheffield at about 9:30. When a train pulled up around 2 minutes early of the scheduled time we didn’t really take notice of the unusual appearance (or punctuality!) because it was so cold, we just climbed straight on. Immediately I could tell something was wrong, all the seats had reserved tickets above them and on the right of us was a first class carriages; no trains going to Sheffield have first class carriages. I quickly looked at one of the tickets and my eyes were drawn to one word: ‘London’.</p> <p>Crap.</p> <!-- more --> <p>I turned to Chloe, she noticed something was wrong too. By this time, people with suitcases were flooding onto the train, taking up all the aisle space and moving in slow-motion. Chloe, being the kind girl she is, was waiting patiently behind some seats waiting for everyone to get on before trying to get off. I was the complete opposite. I knew we were never going to get off this train unless we pushed through. I grabbed Chloe and started to push through until we made it to the door. Chloe stepped out onto the platform and I was so relieved we’d made it out. Except we hadn’t. She had. She reached her arm back for me but it was too late. The door was shut. I was going to London.</p> <p>I was going to London and my girlfriend was stuck on a freezing platform all alone. We stared at each other through the tiny plastic window on the door, both with the exact same expression on our faces, neither of us moving a muscle. The train began to move. Still no movement from either of us. In a matter of seconds, I’d gone. The chance of this happening is probably about one in a million. I still cannot believe that it happened in such a way; it was such a cliché film moment that you never really think twice about it happening in reality… but it did. To put this into perspective; from my home town, Sheffield is approximately 65km away. London is over 250km away.</p> <p>The next 10 minutes were a blur. I sprinted down the train to one end and talked to the conductor who told me that the train’s last stop before London was Doncaster. The train me and Chloe were supposed to catch also stopped at Doncaster. Relief! I quickly rang Chloe, told her to get on the train we were both supposed to catch and I’d get off my train at Doncaster, run and change platforms and hopefully be there in time to catch the train she was on.</p> <p>Her train came less than a minute after I had left, so that meant, if the trains went at the same speed I’d have less than a minute to get off my train, find the right platform and run to get on her train. I thought I was screwed. Chloe thought I was screwed. The nice old lady that kept me company on the way to Doncaster also thought I was screwed.</p> <p>The train stopped. I was ready, the door opened and I jumped out, sprinted to the nearest information point and found the platform she should be coming in at. It was Platform 3B. I could see it. I could also see a train pulling into it. There was no way I was missing this train. I sprinted and jumped onto the train at the nearest end, turned around and literally two seconds after I had gotten on, the doors closed.</p> <p>But what if it wasn’t the right train? I hadn’t checked if there were any trains before Chloe’s because I was so rushed, I assumed it would be this one. I ran down the carriages, checking every seat. I got to the very end carriage and still hadn’t seen any sign of her. Just as the last glimmer of hope inside me was dying, I spotted her. On the very last seat of the train.</p> <p>Finally, we were reunited (and what a beautiful reunification it was ;-)).</p> <p>What a start to Valentine’s Day, eh?</p>http://lewisfish.com/post/399561465http://lewisfish.com/post/399561465Sat, 20 Feb 2010 01:43:22 +0000<img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxna57FOqU1qzpwydo1_500.jpg"/><br/><br/><p>i’m not alone</p>http://lewisfish.com/post/382416785http://lewisfish.com/post/382416785Wed, 10 Feb 2010 21:24:43 +0000