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Bloody fucking hell. How is that for my British? I am in the middle of nowhere in the middle of a fucking hotel bar, which is the only place with internet, with a strobe light and red lights and yellow lights and very tan British people flirting with each other all fancy-like. And there is this DJ singing Roy Orbison and butchering Pretty Woman and asking if anyone here is a hippy and did the "FLOWER POWER, YA KNOW, THING." Soon there will be a Battle of the Sexes. There are peacocks shitting everywhere around the hotel and sounding mating calls every ten minutes. Also my wine intake has become increasingly ambitious with every night.