I've just come back from my Week-end trip to London and all i have to say is "Wow i havenever seen such levels of torture and boredom before" It was really that bad. I had to go on a 4 hour journey to this crappy Family/Charity meeting at 9.00 pm. The meeting took freakin' 8 hours and was the most awful 8 hours of my life. I had to listen to this guyconstantly praising ppl saying "they've done this" and "they're great". This wouldn't be so bad if he hadn't rambled on for over 100 ppl. It was pure torture, i couldn't even fall asleep otherwise everyone would stare at me. I contemplated shooting the guy for putting me throughthis,then shooting myself. Suicide seemed like a pretty good idea at the time an escape from the torture and it gets worse. They kept me there till freaking 5 am. The food they served their was so bad i wouldn't even give it to a rat for fear for it's health. There was this dude who was too touchy- feely for my liking. I felt violated. The highlight of the evening was when i saw the glass scaled cane with snake patterns on it which reminded me of "The magic stick". It was an awful, awful place i wouldn't even wish on my worst enemy. If anyone ever asked me to again i would say "Hell no" and never talk to that person again. Even when i tried to the salvaging the evening by swiping the free beverages it turns out there all gone.T he main problem was that was the sole reason i went to London so i had to go on a 4 hour train journey there and back for nothing. i wasted a total of over 20 hours of my life of which i'll never get back. Never again.