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I'm still soaked in sweat.
I just got back from a local venue where Streetlight Manifesto headlined. It was their last show, now they're headed back to the states for the holidays.
They played almost every song I knew and a couple of new ones, and ended with my favorite, The Big Sleep.
I made a wall around Jess to try to absorb all the drunken british boys skanking and pushing and screaming out OI OI OI (that was for julio)!! and did a damn good job of it. i am so so sore and damp and tired and shit it was fun. we were in the very front. well, she was. i was one "row" back holding onto the monitor around jessica for stability. she knew most of them (band whore) so they gave her water which i promptly had my fair share of. thanks boys. then i went to the bathroom, or the "toilet," or "loo," whichever you prefer. i held the door for a guy and he said "cheers, mate." steam was rising off me in the bathroom cause the bathroom had a vent letting in the winter. i had cigarettes throughout the show cause you can smoke basically anywhere you want. when i walk past pubs and restaurants and see people smoking it always throws me for a second.
i left to get a soda. went into a local pizza place. 4 guys and a girl were in there. the girl asked me "did you just see the show?"
"yeah!!"
"smashing, wasn't it?!"
"YEAH!!"
the guy was short on money for the food, and couldnt pay there with his debit card. i asked him how short he was, and offered a few times to cover him, but he very very politely and thankfully refused. bought a soda (50 pence - i know the coins here really well surprisingly. theres a one pence, two pence, 10 pence, 20 pence, 50 pence, and 1 pound coins. I can tell them all apart pretty fast which i'm proud of. the smallest bill, or "note" here, is a 5 pound note. so i pay for lots of things in 1 pound coins. the bus is 1.20 pounds. the underground (the tube) (subway) is kinda expensive. round trip was like 5 pounds or something. if i remember right. it sounds a bit like the 7 train. when the doors open, the lady says "Mind the Gap."
anyway. i came outside and the guys were out there. he asked me if i knew where an ATM was.
"no, i don't live around here. I live in america. in new york."
"oh really?? then you know these parts real well, don't ya?!"
we talked for a few minutes about the show, the band. i took out a cigarette hoping they would want. they did. 2 of them.
ceasar and craig, this parts for you.
i went into a convenient yesterday and asked the guy what cigarettes were popular here. first, he said marlboro. i said no, i can get those back home. what else? next was LUCKY STRIKES!! no thanks, those are back home too.
"Silk Cut. these are good here."
"ok, let me have a pack of those."
"medium or light?."
"medium! shit."
"20 or 10?"
they come in regular boxes of 20 or these cool smaller boxes of 10.
"20. you know what, let me have one box of 10 too."
the first box is ceasar or craig. the second was for me.
then i bought some other brand that sounded english. thats for ceasar or craig too, depending on who takes the silk cut's.
the silk cuts are GOOD. nice taste, nice buzz. i didn't open the 20 pack of silk's or the other one's, though, so i don't know how the othe rone's are.
so the reason i told that story is because i had a pack of red's from back in the states on me too. when he asked me for a boge i pulled out my 2 packs. as i was pulling them out he offered to pay me for it. get out of here man. not at all.
so i show him the 2 packs. he says oh man man let me get the silk cuts. those cigarettes are for COWBOYS. too strong for me.
HAHAHA. COWBOY KILLERS. AWESOME.
"that's how we do it back in new york. that's all we like. me and my brov's."
"hahaha right on mate. good show!"
ok, he didn't say all those sayings. but some of them.
"i gave another guy a cigarette. he too chose the silk cuts.
we talked for awhile and i was loving it. that sort of stuff is the reason i came here. talking to real english people. being a part of a whole other world. if only for a few minutes outside a local pizza shop.
we had to leave to catch the tube, so we said our goodbyes. and introductions. i don't remember any of their names. but they said my kinda funny, like jinny. but englishy. jawnayyy. but said fast, so it came out like jinny. i don't remember their names, but i remember how we shook hands. i shook the first guys hand, and he tried to give me the one where your four fingers go around the knuckle side of his hand and you kind of clasp thumbs. that was hard to describe. and i made him change and give me a real handshake. and he asked
"is that how you do it in america?"
"that's how i do it in new york."
"show me."
"like this. a real, firm, respectful handshake. its a manly thing."
"roight roight like this?"
"yeah there you go!!"
"how else do they do it in new york?"
i showed him the street one that starts out the way his started out, but then you kind of clasp fingers as you release the initial hold.
then he showed me this.
"this is how we do it here!"
and he gave me the motherfuckin' GLADIATOR handshake!! we grabbed each others forearms!!
"now that shit is manly right there1!!"
i was impressed.
then we said our goodbyes for real and me and jess waited for the 131 bus, with my shirt turning into ice.
we took the tube back home. it stops running around 1230am, so we almost didnt make it. now im here in her flat. getting in touch with the people i love and miss.
this is going to be fairly long.
so now this is going to be anachronous.
Ceasar, craig, and reggie took me to the airport. We first went to long island to get cheap cigarettes for goodbye. Stood in the parking lot in the rain listening to british people unload their trunks. I was one of the only Americans on the flight. Had a cigarette, talked in our best bad british accents, we went inside and found our way to virgin atlantic’s area for my flight. Long long line, so I told them to jet, no need to wait with me. Long hugs. “I’ll miss you.”
Yeah, I do.
Checked my bags. One guy was directed to the open bag check counter.
“oh, brilliant! Thanks, mate.”
I loved that.
Checked my bag. 2 hours to kill. Went to the food court. Mexican place. Gotta get it. No Spanish food here, so I gotta hve my fill now. Hit on this cute Spanish girl that helped me. She hooked up my burrito hardcore. She couldn’t even fold it over.
“you don’t do that for just anyone , do you?”
“no, only for you.”
Ok that shit didn’t happen but I bet you she doesn’t do it for everyone.
We talked for a bit. She was my training wheels, testing everything out for when theres a werewolf in London, and soon paris. Hahaha so I was ready to go.
so on the flight. the plane was really rocky on the way up. i was sitting next to an english boy, keith, 13 years old. his dad (tattoo on forearm, not so straight teeth, but real nice) seemed like a potential football hooligan. the dad warned me that keith can and will talk to me the whole plane ride. i wasn't worried, i had my ipod and theyd be showing movies with headphones so i'd be ok. i didnt listen to my ipod for the first couple of hours, eevn though i thought i would. keith talked to me the whole time. "that turbulence was pretty bad, wasn't it? a bit dodgy, don't you think?"
dodgy is my favorite expression here.
he asked me all about new york. and america. and quite a bit about the world trade center attack, which is oh so settling when you haven't flown on a plane in like 8 years. but i only was nervous for about 10 minutes. then it was all smooth flying. hahaha that was lame but i enjoyed it.
anyway, so i talked to his dad sitting behind me about our president and his prime minister. he thinks they're both a couple of clowns. keith asked me about "our prime minister."
"its 'president' here."
"roight, roight, your president. does he live in the pentagon?"
"no, the white house. its that big rectangle. on teh back of one of our bills. the pentagon is that building with 5 sides that also got attacked."
"roight."
there was a map on the tv showing our flight and cities around where the plane currently was, as we were taking off.
"where's cincinatti? how about springfield. is that where the simpsons live?"
"hahaha no i don't think its really any real springfield."
"look you've got a manchester in your country too!!"
"i didnt even know we did."
a lot of that kind of talk for about 3 hours. i enjoyed it mostly. quite a bit. except for the times when i had my ipod in or was watching a movie (the longest yard, raelly funny. first i was gonna watch this movie about the rolling stones but it started with a sex scene inappropriate for a 13 year old's eyes.) i had to keep taking off my headphones when he would talk to me.
around 4 hours into the flight, over the middle of the ocean, i opened my shade on my window which they asked us to close when we got to be 35000 feet above ground. i think they think its unsettling for passengers but i dont know why. you see a blanket of clouds beneath you that's absolutely amazing.
but.
what i didn't know, or didn't think to realize, is that at night, when you're flying above the clouds.. it's teh clearest sky you never saw.
upstate ny? the tallest mountains in the world? some field in idaho that has no lights for miles? that has nothing on a plane tens of thousands of miles above anything. the sky is absolutely out of hand. stars really do twinkle. like, you didn't even know they were there. just bursts of light. i saw a few possible shooting stars but unfortunately no for sure ones. but i looked for a good 20 minutes til my neck was screaming at me to stop. i listened to konstantine and some of my other favorite songs for that moment. that was a really really interesting experience. surreal. i hate how trite that word sounds sometimes but it was what it felt like.
i fell asleep, and so did keith. on my shoulder. cute, but not comfortable. and every time he'd wake up, he'd shout between the seats (and consequently, in my ear) "SAM!! SAM!! WE'RE GOING 596 miles per hour!! is that fast?!"
he asked those kinds of questions. adorable, but not when you're trying to sleep.
i woke up and he had taken an extra breakfast for me. i ate it and looked at the sun and still clouds underneath us. i could see the moon clearly. We started descending about an hour later. 45 minutes later I was walking down the terminal to meet jess.
Picked up my bags. Im always amazed at how efficient the luggage system is at airports. Its completely based on trust and yet nobody ever has their bags stolen off the conveyor belt. I had a delay at customs so I was late picking up my bag. It was just waiting there for me long after everyone on my flight had gotten their stuff. amazing.
Then I follow the signs and eventually find jess.
She hid and came up from behind me and hugged me. I still wasn’t in London yet. I was in an airport. Could be jfk. With lots of English people, for some reason.
We took the tube home. Clerkenwell. That’s the town. Walked the long way, went to a restaurant for a real dinner. I learned that it’s the “toilet,” not the bathroom. If you were with the queen, you’d ask where the toilet is. That sounds so crude. But that’s the polite way. So says Jessica. And the rest of England too but I haven’t heard from them.
I learned that they don’t give American sized portions. Cause this country isn’t obese.
Like in burger king. Shit. The burger is TINY. The soda is almost too little! And the fries. I mean, the chips. Theres like 10 of them in a regular. The soda is like the kids cup size. Craziness.
Then I went back to her flat for a nap cause I was on a couple hours sleep and I had work that morning. Well, the morning before, but it was all one long day to me.
So we slept for a little while. She did most of the sleeping, til she left the bed to do homework and I slept for a few hours. They woke me for dinner they made. They being her and her roommate kim. She’s a lot like jess in some of her mannerisms and speech and all I need here is 2 jessicas. But kims cool.
Then jess and I went out for a long long walk. The Thames River, or river thames, whatever it is, was our guide. We walked along it mostly. Over the Millenium Bridge, which is a bridge they built for the millennium and it looks really futuristic. Its only for pedestrians and it crosses the thames. Google picture it. Or wait for my pictures.
We walked down lots of cobblestone sidestreets. The few people that were out (midnight, but London shuts down around that time. Stores, people, they all go home for the night. Well, not the stores. But the people in them.)
All the guys I saw walking around looked just like me! Peacoats, scarves, faded blue jeans. Or sometimes dress shirts and pants. But always either a peacoat or an overcoat. Way fashionable ones. I look so so London I didn’t know it. Almost everything I wear is way London. Polos too. I fit in perfectly. My newsies hats too. I’m a londonite in fashion. My accent is on its way. Not really but I try.
Snuck down to the waterfront. Its cold but not windy, so very comfortable.
Ok I’m going to cut this short cause ive been writing too long and jess is asleep and I need to be too and she’s gonna take up the whole bed soon and I might lose the wall side.
So that was about it for that night.
Today we walked around central London, where big ben is. It’s a far cry from manhattan but it definitely has its moments. it lends itself even more to tourists than new york city does. She took me to the aquarium that’s in the movie closer (REG!!) and I had a cigarette while she got soda from mcdonalds and pretended I was clive barker buying Julia roberts a balloon on that bluff outside the aquarium. I talked to myself in an English accent sitting on a bench smoking a silk cut. I get such a huge kick out of that. That’s my absolute favorite thing here. The people.
We did a lot of walking and exploring and then went to the show. So that’s everything so far. Tomorrow is more exploring, then packing for paris cause we have a train to catch tomorrow night. Right now I need to eat and then sleep. So, I love you everybody I miss you everybody and I’ll see as many of you as I can Sunday night.
Ceasar I get in at 850 pm. I’ll give you more info when I can, either thru lj or email. Like what gate and stuff. but I’ll be able to call you when im at the airport anyway.
My phone isn’t working here so I can’t text you guys.
So this is it for now. Maybe more before I leave for paris but probably not. Probably update when I get back from paris quickly but ill be flyig home te next day so maybe not.
Ok bedtime. Cheers to any of you who read the whole thing in one shot.
<3 jwolf in London.
I just got back from a local venue where Streetlight Manifesto headlined. It was their last show, now they're headed back to the states for the holidays.
They played almost every song I knew and a couple of new ones, and ended with my favorite, The Big Sleep.
I made a wall around Jess to try to absorb all the drunken british boys skanking and pushing and screaming out OI OI OI (that was for julio)!! and did a damn good job of it. i am so so sore and damp and tired and shit it was fun. we were in the very front. well, she was. i was one "row" back holding onto the monitor around jessica for stability. she knew most of them (band whore) so they gave her water which i promptly had my fair share of. thanks boys. then i went to the bathroom, or the "toilet," or "loo," whichever you prefer. i held the door for a guy and he said "cheers, mate." steam was rising off me in the bathroom cause the bathroom had a vent letting in the winter. i had cigarettes throughout the show cause you can smoke basically anywhere you want. when i walk past pubs and restaurants and see people smoking it always throws me for a second.
i left to get a soda. went into a local pizza place. 4 guys and a girl were in there. the girl asked me "did you just see the show?"
"yeah!!"
"smashing, wasn't it?!"
"YEAH!!"
the guy was short on money for the food, and couldnt pay there with his debit card. i asked him how short he was, and offered a few times to cover him, but he very very politely and thankfully refused. bought a soda (50 pence - i know the coins here really well surprisingly. theres a one pence, two pence, 10 pence, 20 pence, 50 pence, and 1 pound coins. I can tell them all apart pretty fast which i'm proud of. the smallest bill, or "note" here, is a 5 pound note. so i pay for lots of things in 1 pound coins. the bus is 1.20 pounds. the underground (the tube) (subway) is kinda expensive. round trip was like 5 pounds or something. if i remember right. it sounds a bit like the 7 train. when the doors open, the lady says "Mind the Gap."
anyway. i came outside and the guys were out there. he asked me if i knew where an ATM was.
"no, i don't live around here. I live in america. in new york."
"oh really?? then you know these parts real well, don't ya?!"
we talked for a few minutes about the show, the band. i took out a cigarette hoping they would want. they did. 2 of them.
ceasar and craig, this parts for you.
i went into a convenient yesterday and asked the guy what cigarettes were popular here. first, he said marlboro. i said no, i can get those back home. what else? next was LUCKY STRIKES!! no thanks, those are back home too.
"Silk Cut. these are good here."
"ok, let me have a pack of those."
"medium or light?."
"medium! shit."
"20 or 10?"
they come in regular boxes of 20 or these cool smaller boxes of 10.
"20. you know what, let me have one box of 10 too."
the first box is ceasar or craig. the second was for me.
then i bought some other brand that sounded english. thats for ceasar or craig too, depending on who takes the silk cut's.
the silk cuts are GOOD. nice taste, nice buzz. i didn't open the 20 pack of silk's or the other one's, though, so i don't know how the othe rone's are.
so the reason i told that story is because i had a pack of red's from back in the states on me too. when he asked me for a boge i pulled out my 2 packs. as i was pulling them out he offered to pay me for it. get out of here man. not at all.
so i show him the 2 packs. he says oh man man let me get the silk cuts. those cigarettes are for COWBOYS. too strong for me.
HAHAHA. COWBOY KILLERS. AWESOME.
"that's how we do it back in new york. that's all we like. me and my brov's."
"hahaha right on mate. good show!"
ok, he didn't say all those sayings. but some of them.
"i gave another guy a cigarette. he too chose the silk cuts.
we talked for awhile and i was loving it. that sort of stuff is the reason i came here. talking to real english people. being a part of a whole other world. if only for a few minutes outside a local pizza shop.
we had to leave to catch the tube, so we said our goodbyes. and introductions. i don't remember any of their names. but they said my kinda funny, like jinny. but englishy. jawnayyy. but said fast, so it came out like jinny. i don't remember their names, but i remember how we shook hands. i shook the first guys hand, and he tried to give me the one where your four fingers go around the knuckle side of his hand and you kind of clasp thumbs. that was hard to describe. and i made him change and give me a real handshake. and he asked
"is that how you do it in america?"
"that's how i do it in new york."
"show me."
"like this. a real, firm, respectful handshake. its a manly thing."
"roight roight like this?"
"yeah there you go!!"
"how else do they do it in new york?"
i showed him the street one that starts out the way his started out, but then you kind of clasp fingers as you release the initial hold.
then he showed me this.
"this is how we do it here!"
and he gave me the motherfuckin' GLADIATOR handshake!! we grabbed each others forearms!!
"now that shit is manly right there1!!"
i was impressed.
then we said our goodbyes for real and me and jess waited for the 131 bus, with my shirt turning into ice.
we took the tube back home. it stops running around 1230am, so we almost didnt make it. now im here in her flat. getting in touch with the people i love and miss.
this is going to be fairly long.
so now this is going to be anachronous.
Ceasar, craig, and reggie took me to the airport. We first went to long island to get cheap cigarettes for goodbye. Stood in the parking lot in the rain listening to british people unload their trunks. I was one of the only Americans on the flight. Had a cigarette, talked in our best bad british accents, we went inside and found our way to virgin atlantic’s area for my flight. Long long line, so I told them to jet, no need to wait with me. Long hugs. “I’ll miss you.”
Yeah, I do.
Checked my bags. One guy was directed to the open bag check counter.
“oh, brilliant! Thanks, mate.”
I loved that.
Checked my bag. 2 hours to kill. Went to the food court. Mexican place. Gotta get it. No Spanish food here, so I gotta hve my fill now. Hit on this cute Spanish girl that helped me. She hooked up my burrito hardcore. She couldn’t even fold it over.
“you don’t do that for just anyone , do you?”
“no, only for you.”
Ok that shit didn’t happen but I bet you she doesn’t do it for everyone.
We talked for a bit. She was my training wheels, testing everything out for when theres a werewolf in London, and soon paris. Hahaha so I was ready to go.
so on the flight. the plane was really rocky on the way up. i was sitting next to an english boy, keith, 13 years old. his dad (tattoo on forearm, not so straight teeth, but real nice) seemed like a potential football hooligan. the dad warned me that keith can and will talk to me the whole plane ride. i wasn't worried, i had my ipod and theyd be showing movies with headphones so i'd be ok. i didnt listen to my ipod for the first couple of hours, eevn though i thought i would. keith talked to me the whole time. "that turbulence was pretty bad, wasn't it? a bit dodgy, don't you think?"
dodgy is my favorite expression here.
he asked me all about new york. and america. and quite a bit about the world trade center attack, which is oh so settling when you haven't flown on a plane in like 8 years. but i only was nervous for about 10 minutes. then it was all smooth flying. hahaha that was lame but i enjoyed it.
anyway, so i talked to his dad sitting behind me about our president and his prime minister. he thinks they're both a couple of clowns. keith asked me about "our prime minister."
"its 'president' here."
"roight, roight, your president. does he live in the pentagon?"
"no, the white house. its that big rectangle. on teh back of one of our bills. the pentagon is that building with 5 sides that also got attacked."
"roight."
there was a map on the tv showing our flight and cities around where the plane currently was, as we were taking off.
"where's cincinatti? how about springfield. is that where the simpsons live?"
"hahaha no i don't think its really any real springfield."
"look you've got a manchester in your country too!!"
"i didnt even know we did."
a lot of that kind of talk for about 3 hours. i enjoyed it mostly. quite a bit. except for the times when i had my ipod in or was watching a movie (the longest yard, raelly funny. first i was gonna watch this movie about the rolling stones but it started with a sex scene inappropriate for a 13 year old's eyes.) i had to keep taking off my headphones when he would talk to me.
around 4 hours into the flight, over the middle of the ocean, i opened my shade on my window which they asked us to close when we got to be 35000 feet above ground. i think they think its unsettling for passengers but i dont know why. you see a blanket of clouds beneath you that's absolutely amazing.
but.
what i didn't know, or didn't think to realize, is that at night, when you're flying above the clouds.. it's teh clearest sky you never saw.
upstate ny? the tallest mountains in the world? some field in idaho that has no lights for miles? that has nothing on a plane tens of thousands of miles above anything. the sky is absolutely out of hand. stars really do twinkle. like, you didn't even know they were there. just bursts of light. i saw a few possible shooting stars but unfortunately no for sure ones. but i looked for a good 20 minutes til my neck was screaming at me to stop. i listened to konstantine and some of my other favorite songs for that moment. that was a really really interesting experience. surreal. i hate how trite that word sounds sometimes but it was what it felt like.
i fell asleep, and so did keith. on my shoulder. cute, but not comfortable. and every time he'd wake up, he'd shout between the seats (and consequently, in my ear) "SAM!! SAM!! WE'RE GOING 596 miles per hour!! is that fast?!"
he asked those kinds of questions. adorable, but not when you're trying to sleep.
i woke up and he had taken an extra breakfast for me. i ate it and looked at the sun and still clouds underneath us. i could see the moon clearly. We started descending about an hour later. 45 minutes later I was walking down the terminal to meet jess.
Picked up my bags. Im always amazed at how efficient the luggage system is at airports. Its completely based on trust and yet nobody ever has their bags stolen off the conveyor belt. I had a delay at customs so I was late picking up my bag. It was just waiting there for me long after everyone on my flight had gotten their stuff. amazing.
Then I follow the signs and eventually find jess.
She hid and came up from behind me and hugged me. I still wasn’t in London yet. I was in an airport. Could be jfk. With lots of English people, for some reason.
We took the tube home. Clerkenwell. That’s the town. Walked the long way, went to a restaurant for a real dinner. I learned that it’s the “toilet,” not the bathroom. If you were with the queen, you’d ask where the toilet is. That sounds so crude. But that’s the polite way. So says Jessica. And the rest of England too but I haven’t heard from them.
I learned that they don’t give American sized portions. Cause this country isn’t obese.
Like in burger king. Shit. The burger is TINY. The soda is almost too little! And the fries. I mean, the chips. Theres like 10 of them in a regular. The soda is like the kids cup size. Craziness.
Then I went back to her flat for a nap cause I was on a couple hours sleep and I had work that morning. Well, the morning before, but it was all one long day to me.
So we slept for a little while. She did most of the sleeping, til she left the bed to do homework and I slept for a few hours. They woke me for dinner they made. They being her and her roommate kim. She’s a lot like jess in some of her mannerisms and speech and all I need here is 2 jessicas. But kims cool.
Then jess and I went out for a long long walk. The Thames River, or river thames, whatever it is, was our guide. We walked along it mostly. Over the Millenium Bridge, which is a bridge they built for the millennium and it looks really futuristic. Its only for pedestrians and it crosses the thames. Google picture it. Or wait for my pictures.
We walked down lots of cobblestone sidestreets. The few people that were out (midnight, but London shuts down around that time. Stores, people, they all go home for the night. Well, not the stores. But the people in them.)
All the guys I saw walking around looked just like me! Peacoats, scarves, faded blue jeans. Or sometimes dress shirts and pants. But always either a peacoat or an overcoat. Way fashionable ones. I look so so London I didn’t know it. Almost everything I wear is way London. Polos too. I fit in perfectly. My newsies hats too. I’m a londonite in fashion. My accent is on its way. Not really but I try.
Snuck down to the waterfront. Its cold but not windy, so very comfortable.
Ok I’m going to cut this short cause ive been writing too long and jess is asleep and I need to be too and she’s gonna take up the whole bed soon and I might lose the wall side.
So that was about it for that night.
Today we walked around central London, where big ben is. It’s a far cry from manhattan but it definitely has its moments. it lends itself even more to tourists than new york city does. She took me to the aquarium that’s in the movie closer (REG!!) and I had a cigarette while she got soda from mcdonalds and pretended I was clive barker buying Julia roberts a balloon on that bluff outside the aquarium. I talked to myself in an English accent sitting on a bench smoking a silk cut. I get such a huge kick out of that. That’s my absolute favorite thing here. The people.
We did a lot of walking and exploring and then went to the show. So that’s everything so far. Tomorrow is more exploring, then packing for paris cause we have a train to catch tomorrow night. Right now I need to eat and then sleep. So, I love you everybody I miss you everybody and I’ll see as many of you as I can Sunday night.
Ceasar I get in at 850 pm. I’ll give you more info when I can, either thru lj or email. Like what gate and stuff. but I’ll be able to call you when im at the airport anyway.
My phone isn’t working here so I can’t text you guys.
So this is it for now. Maybe more before I leave for paris but probably not. Probably update when I get back from paris quickly but ill be flyig home te next day so maybe not.
Ok bedtime. Cheers to any of you who read the whole thing in one shot.
<3 jwolf in London.