Thursday Mar 20, 2003

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So, I've arrived in London. First thing at Gatwick, I get escorted to a back elevator by some weird little man who I asked where the train to Raynes Park was. He proceded to direct me onto the WRONG train and ended up at London Bridge. I figured this out a little too late obviously. Then, some poor guy trying to hold the door so that I could get my stupid ass off, got his leg and bag stuck in the train door. and the guard and I had to pull for a couple minutes to get them open again. I might add that if my bags weren't obscenely heavy and large, I would not have had so much trouble... Oh, and that's when I read the paper and found out that there was some semblance of a war started and that the French and English hate eachother more than ever. Why can't I be Canadian? I'm gonna get shot!
I will update when I have done more than go to Co-op and the doner kebab place...
Ciao!
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maelwys:
Its okay, the sticks mostly directed at my friend Stuart who does remind me a lot of Pigsy. Your safety is assured.

You must burn easily! I got really pale skin and have managed to escape any ill effects. Although I havn't actually been in a beer garden since last monday. There seems to be a link between sunshine and alcohol that increases tanning. Hope you at least managed to avoid a hangover smile
kinto:
That's a good thing to start with a shitty train adventure. Gets you in the mood for all your future train rides. The London Underground is the most nerve-wrecking, depression-inducing nasty fucking son of a

*calms down*

every londoner HATES the tube. Welcome to London !

K

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