D: were as brilliant as ever, playing their old and new songs. "I Could Sing Of Your Love Forever" was familiar to almost everyone, and there were anthems like "My Glorious" - a new one for us to sway our arms to. Laura, Helena and I gave ourselves headaches and bad hair evenings by headbanging to "Gravity" as well, (David and Sarah obviously much too mature to participate in such foolishness)!
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Ok, I won't go on about the gig any more. Afterwards, Helena and I disappeared round the back of the arena to see if we could catch the lads before they disappeared off. The other three went to look around the exhibitions and met up with Hannah (Docherty). We didn't get to meet Delirious? unfortunately - they must have seen me coming - and by the time we went to queue up for the train it was already about 11:30pm. Oh well, we thought, forgetting that the train we wanted to get back to our Church hall wasn't very frequent, to say the least.
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It wasn't until we boarded the train to Canary Wharf that we realised we had about fifteen minutes before the last train we could get left Waterloo. Oh dear. What followed was an extremely painful ordeal of running around London Underground stations, up stairs and along platforms as I realised how unfit I was and remembered why I quit football. Bear in mind that this was just after two hours of jumping up and down and about seventeen hours since we last sat down.
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Somehow we managed to get to Waterloo one minute before our train was due to leave according to the timetable. Well, it wasn't there, and I began to have visions of staying the night right there in the station (and after all that running the idea seemed quite appealing). We did actually find another train which took us within a couple of miles of our church, and David decided that we'd walk back from the station. We
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