So yesterday I head back up to Bangor. I've got a massive sports bag full of all my christmas presents, history books, and Lost Series 1 that I stole from Kate, and I have my backpack that's smaller and has my trainers and shoes in. So yeah, I board my train and dump my big bag at the baggage area and sit down.

When I arrive in Bangor and go for my bag, it's not that. So I stop the press and panic in the disco for awhile and tell the train blokes and they let me have a gander on the train, until a passenger tells me that some old bloke took my bag, and he's left his.

So I take his bag off the train, and go and sit in this transport officer bloke's office and have a rifle through the old man's bag. Basically in there was old man clothes, old man slippers, old man hearing aid, christmas puddings.. but then it got weird.. there was a Masons guidebook thing, one trainer (on it's own), and.. the entire first series of Desperate Housewives. That one was just a bit out of place.

So I left them my contact details and they said they'd get back to me. I told my mum what happened to, and in the space of about two hours she'd managed to ring both of my sisters, my brother, my nan (who prayed to St. Anthony, God bless) and she rang Prestatyn police station cus that's where she thought the bloke got off with my bag.

But yeah.. to end it all abruptly and dull... they found my bag and I just have to go and collect it from Bangor train station now.

Problem solved.