Tuesday May 11, 2004

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London is a slow heaving beast, upon whose back is sores and disasters. Pox marked skin flails from loose appendages and it limps on six lame hooves. Across it's one remaining eye are the stains of broken vessels, one for every sleepless night. The Behemoth bucks and snorts as it shakes away its malting hair.



Ride with me.
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kinto:
Hey matey,

Just booked the Eurostar tix smile

As I expected, I've found them for 59 return each - when you think that a single from Cardiff to London costs 40 whatever - Anyway, we'll be in Paris early afternoon on the Saturday, which means some time to wander around & have a few beers at a terrace & then cool restaurant in the evening biggrin biggrin

Return is Monday 12/07 around 10AM. I have now to sort a place to stay, I've got a couple options... hopefully we won't require any hotel if the peeps I know are around at the time and not on holiday somewhere.

\m/ EL SUICIDO LOCO \m/ Rock on!!
gothicwolf:
that is a cool, though small, poem that sums up london pretty well. sounds like monotunus fun (god knows if i spelt monotunus right surreal ).
anyway, hope your good. and maybe i'll see you in london next time i manage to get down there.

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