I MIGHT as well report this before someone else does.
I was due to speak at the All-Party Light Rail Group fringe meeting at Manchester City hall tonight. I decided it might be appropriate if I arrive by Manchester Metro. My previous meeting was some distance away, so I hopped on a tram heading in what I assumed to be the right direction.
Alas, I had been over-optimistic. I didn’t recognise the name of the station we arrived at, and a quick check confirmed I had been travelling in the wrong direction. A glance at my watch also confirmed that I was already 15 minutes late for the meeting. I jumped out and walked to the opposite platform to wait for a tram going in the correct direction. When a vacant taxi appeared instead, I reckoned it might save some time (but certainly not money) to jump aboard rather than wait any longer for a tram.
I duly arrived at the meeting half an hour late and made my apologies. When I got to my feet the first thing I did was explain why I was late. I’m sure the tram information was not to blame – I am notoriously reluctant to read the details of travel maps, and I should have paid more attention.
But the meeting, I think, went well, with lots of good wishes for me in advance of the much-heralded reshuffle. I made the short journey back to my hotel on foot. And I didn’t get lost.