Wednesday, 3 August 2005
I Closed Nottingham Station
Back in my manor today, not only to hang out with Marie for a few days but also to meet the director of the show I'm in (he lives in Sheffield) that's starting rehearsing 22nd August and to get some new promo photos done with an excellent photographer called Simon Boltan (here are some images from his latest exhibition) and to get a haircut.
So when I was waiting in the car park at Nottingham station I spotted that there was a large rucksack that had been left, partly hidden by a car. In the current climate I had to make a decision, bring the station to a standstill by reporting the item or hope it was nothing and wait for Marie to pick me up.
I did the former. But only after going to the British Transport Police Office that is right next to Nottingham station, only to find that no one was in after repeated buzzer pressing. So much for the war on terror. So I had to go into the station to reprot it and lo and behold the station was closed. I felt a wee bit guilty for ruining many people's commutes but better that than a real bombscare. Right?