Because of the way I have travelled over the last five years I will always fall asleep on trains if given the chance. I'm also a very deap sleeper, so you can imagine my supprise not only when the inspector managed to wake me up, but also informed me I was on the wrong train.

After being kicked of at Basingstoke without a ticket I had to make a decision. Do I go back to Brighton or continue on the path I was on? That decision was made when the next train to Bournemouth pulled in and I quickly jumped on.

As I had everything I owned on me, going to somewhere I had never been to when I had to be somewhere else did not bother me, I was used to going with the flow. So within the hour I was standing outside Bournemouth station wondering what the hell I was doing........