Next Sunday, I'll be in Plymouth getting last minute things hopefully. I'm sure I'll end up fighting with someone over gloves. If that happens in a John Cusack / Kate Beckisale Serendipity type sense, well, that would rock. But it isn't, is it?
ha! there's no such thing as a christmassy feel to a british town ever since leaving prague it was so pretty at christmas and it even turned me a bit sweet and nice for a while. but being back in england has brought back my usual anger, bitterness and..roadrage.
Either that or a midget who will stand beside them holding signs that say such things as "I'd secertly like to see you naked." or "For God sake I just want to be friends so please don't try anything.".