Or "How I learnt to never visit art galleries when half dead."

Well I have plenty to right about from mine the the Missus trip to Vienna. But with the Missus hard at work uploading all of the 270 photos that she took, I think I might put off my "Holiday Entry" untill all photos are online. Althoguh there will be more to come as I have three films to develope, although the last one has 4 shots left, so I have to use them up....somehow?

But here is a taster of the photos to come....
(All captions are those given by the Missus, I think she worked very hard at naming all 270 of them. Well done!)

Robbie and Kuntzhistoriches

Robbie meat sweats finished

But let me tell you a little tale about my journey home.
As I arrived in to Leeds station on the train home yesterday evening, the train stopped just outside the station for some time. A few minutes passed and the lovely voiced lady spoke over the PA system apologising for the delay, but this was "due to waiting for a platform to become available."
Now this made me think.
Train companies, I presumed, made all these plans and timetables, so they know exactly where there train will be at what point. They can arrange with stations to, I don't know, possible "pre-book" or make some sort of arrangment so that the train they know is arriving will have a platform to go to when it does arrive.
I mean it's not like a car in a parking space. I mean trains don't just happen to turn up up at stations and look around for a spot to park in.
Or at least I didn't think that is what happened up until last night.
I was half expecting the lady to come back to the PA system and annouce.
"I did spot the perfect space over by the station, right next to the entrance. But the driver said that 'it was a handicap spot,' and didnt want to park there. Even if he kep the engine running. Typical male."

Although I do have a few small questions about Vienna if anyone could answer them to their knoweldge,

Having U-Bahns (basically tube routes) numbered from U1 to U6, is there no U5?

And what is at Netroyplatz? This was the one stop we passed on every journey to and from the city to our hotel at the edge. This meant we passed it about 4 times a day, except on one occasion when we walked in to the city and got a taxi back to the hotel. But never once did we get out and have a look around there.