September 13th 2019
Today it took me six hours to drive home from Brighton. I decided to take the scenic route home to avoid the traditional, boring M25-M4 slog because I’ve driven those roads so many times, but that ended up being a bad decision.
Going that way meant it took an hour to even get out of Brighton, and then there was a load of traffic on the A27. That meant I got an hour and a half into my journey and decided to abandon it. I took the next available exit and headed towards the sea.
I ended up in a place called Worthing — a weird place, I couldn’t quite figure out if it was posh or skanky. I parked up, walked down to the beach and sat there for a bit. My head had gone at the traffic, so I needed a break from it. Before long I decided to get dinner to try and outlast the traffic, so that’s what I did. I found a pizzeria on the sea(?)front and sat there with a book and a beer.
The pizza was good too. Pepperoni, mushrooms, goat’s cheese and caramelised onions. No complaints there. When it got too cold to sit there, I paid up and departed for home. Again. Three hours after I did the first time.
To be fair, from Worthing the drive home wasn’t that bad. It took about 2.5 hours and was pretty smooth. Due to diversions and accidents I somehow managed to get the whole way home without ever going on the M4, which is quite a feat, but it didn’t delay me too much.
I probably should’ve mentioned something in this blog about the conference that I went to Brighton for, but honestly that drive home was so long that it feels like the conference was yesterday, not this morning. I also wanted to mention that for the first time in my life I ordered a salad for lunch, and it was very tasty, but, again, that feels more like it happened yesterday than today.
Until tomorrow, me go sleep now.