Doncaster
I was born in Doncaster but my family moved away about a year later (to Walsall, of all places, but that's another story of its own). A couple of years ago, work sent me to Doncaster to write a training manual on how to use the computers we were installing for EWS Railways. I got there before 9 and got the job done by about 12:30, so I ambled back to the train station only to be told that my 19:30 ticket wasn't transferrable. I asked the lady behind the counter what she would do if she had seven hours to kill in Doncaster - she shrugged and suggested I got to the cinema.

So I went for a wander around the town centre, hoping the markets would raise my spirits. No such luck. I've never seen so much worthless tat gathered in one place and the people milling around looked like the survivors of a particularly nasty virus and a dirty bomb attack. In the end, I bought a Terry Pratchett from a charity shop and went to a pub, where I necked beers until it was time for my train. I don't think I'll ever return to Doncaster.
( emvee cruor deo cruoris, Thu 29 Oct 2009, 15:11, 1 reply)

all i recall from my own trip
was that my friends introductory tour consisted of two locations, a photobooth where john prescott had left some pictures (which had been features on "have i got news for you") and the prison, which at that time had the highest suicide rate in the country.
( ms morbo lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, Thu 29 Oct 2009, 15:22, closed)