For reference, this is what three hours of British public transport did to me this morning:
Have you ever got the first bus in the morning to a place you've never been before, and had to guess where to get off?
Then walk around in the dark looking for the tram station, wondering if you're going to be mugged?*
Then when you find the tram you are the only people on it, and then when you get off the tram, have to walk around for an hour before you can get on the train to finally get you within walking distance of home?
I think I am just about the best friend ever... I only did this because my friend needed to go to work in the morning. Even her boyfriend didn't want to do it.
*Stretford is not a nice place to be at any time. Ever.