In which...
...I have rampant outdoor sex, get confused about the Apocalypse, say 'I' far too much, go cold turkey and have only two ideas all year long.
I'm back. Taken today on the Parkland Walk, a disused railway line in Highgate, north London. Hello. I decided to go to the British Museum because they'd moved it to a new building and had an exhibition of esoteric objects never before seen by human eyes. I lost my phone on Sunday night, somewhere between the restaurant I was at with the Zokutou people and the bus home. I enjoyed The Day After Tomorrow far too much tonight. I'm confused. I've been internetless at home for most of the summer. The aliens have clearly stolen me and replaced me with someone who can keep time. November 1st and I still have two ideas. Just to say my main email account's gone splat.
I'm back. Taken today on the Parkland Walk, a disused railway line in Highgate, north London. Hello. I decided to go to the British Museum because they'd moved it to a new building and had an exhibition of esoteric objects never before seen by human eyes. I lost my phone on Sunday night, somewhere between the restaurant I was at with the Zokutou people and the bus home. I enjoyed The Day After Tomorrow far too much tonight. I'm confused. I've been internetless at home for most of the summer. The aliens have clearly stolen me and replaced me with someone who can keep time. November 1st and I still have two ideas. Just to say my main email account's gone splat.