Fuck, bugger and shit!
Well, back home in London anyway, and it feels good! Stepping out from Clapham Junction railstation with a large suitcase in one hand and a bag of taxfree alcohol in the other 23.30 a saturday night! Had to beat the drunks down outside the slug to get to a taxi and well home I cuddled with the cats and felt relived by being back on british grounds. God save the queen!
Peace out!
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