philzilla, just dont get quinsy mate!!! (no NOT the rather amusing yank forensic bloke).
Its like a nasty abcess, that never goes away till you have your tonsils out. Your glands under the joints of your jaw swell up like footballs, and you cant swallow, talk, sleep or anything. The first time i had it, I was 18, in my flat in Liverpool, and just tried to kill it off with about 12 paracetemol and a bottle of whisky a day. Not the wisest thing on the planet, granted. it killed the pain but didnt stop the infection.
i first got it on my birhtday but was eventually admitted to hospital Xmas day and was on a drip for days.
Anyway, enough gory illness shit.
Im gonna be heading down to London on May 19th and going to see some old buddies. (it will be the first time back in London since i moved out of there in October. I lived there for 5 years)
I'm flying out to New York on the 20th and staying with my mate Andy in Brooklyn that night. I arrive at JFK at 6pm so i guess we'll head to the island that evening. Im getting the train down to Philadelphia the following morning to meet Meghan, quite possibly the most sweetest girl on the planet!
Shes warned me that the journey through New Jersey aint exactly pretty!!
Im gonna be round east Pennslyvania way for a week, (shes promised to take me to Atlantic City too!
) then im going back up to New York and having a weekend there before I fly back.
Im scared cos I may have been all over Europe, but Ive never left Europe before. The US scares the fuck outta me. Im just a little english guy, and the sheer SIZE of the country terrifies me. More than the plane. And I HATE planes! I guess im not scared of planes so much as just hate them. The longest plane journey i had was to Iceland and that SUCKED! And its gonna be WAY worse crossing the Atlantic! But i have "love all the people", the new book on Bill Hicks to read so I'll be fine!
Oh yeah! And to all the yanks: I can be quite arguementative, so please keep the rednecks away from me, I dont wanna be shot!
Its like a nasty abcess, that never goes away till you have your tonsils out. Your glands under the joints of your jaw swell up like footballs, and you cant swallow, talk, sleep or anything. The first time i had it, I was 18, in my flat in Liverpool, and just tried to kill it off with about 12 paracetemol and a bottle of whisky a day. Not the wisest thing on the planet, granted. it killed the pain but didnt stop the infection.
i first got it on my birhtday but was eventually admitted to hospital Xmas day and was on a drip for days.
Anyway, enough gory illness shit.
Im gonna be heading down to London on May 19th and going to see some old buddies. (it will be the first time back in London since i moved out of there in October. I lived there for 5 years)
I'm flying out to New York on the 20th and staying with my mate Andy in Brooklyn that night. I arrive at JFK at 6pm so i guess we'll head to the island that evening. Im getting the train down to Philadelphia the following morning to meet Meghan, quite possibly the most sweetest girl on the planet!
Shes warned me that the journey through New Jersey aint exactly pretty!!
Im gonna be round east Pennslyvania way for a week, (shes promised to take me to Atlantic City too!
) then im going back up to New York and having a weekend there before I fly back.
Im scared cos I may have been all over Europe, but Ive never left Europe before. The US scares the fuck outta me. Im just a little english guy, and the sheer SIZE of the country terrifies me. More than the plane. And I HATE planes! I guess im not scared of planes so much as just hate them. The longest plane journey i had was to Iceland and that SUCKED! And its gonna be WAY worse crossing the Atlantic! But i have "love all the people", the new book on Bill Hicks to read so I'll be fine!
Oh yeah! And to all the yanks: I can be quite arguementative, so please keep the rednecks away from me, I dont wanna be shot!
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Seems more than our fair share of Brits on there!!