Rucksack with all cool stuff and favourite clothes “lost” from hostel luggage room.. plane delayed.. shite movies.. if it weren’t for the liquor and sleeping pills I don’t know what I’d have done.
England greeted me with depressed individuals gathered around the smoking area inhaling deeply, dirty London trains, the stench of Clapham Junction, the whole host of annoying customisable mobile ring tones, and overcast humidity. Shall I go on?