FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 16, 2011
09:40PM
HOME IN IRELAND, KELZA'S AND SHANNON'S ROOM

Dear Jason,

Well, what can I write? Since you've phoned already, you know about my day. Nice lie-in, daytime telly, no free time as Shannon and Sophie are talking to me nearly all the time, probably still giddy that I'm here.

There's still a weekend to go but I'm ( Read more... )

THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 15, 2011
07:35PM
STRANRAER, ABOARD THE STENA LINE HSS

Dear Jason,

Your mum was right! Tea and coffee is now no longer free on ferries. These are sad days indeed; darker, in fact, than the tea I can now no londer afford to immerse myself in.

Chances are you'll phone when I'm still on board - or back on the road. There's ( Read more... )

Dear Hotmail,

Let me access my e-mails. Please. I want to go to bed.

Sincerely,
~ A Knackered Individual With Aching Legs

P.S. By 'access my e-mails', I mean load.

Dearest *ehem* phone,

You did not just do that. You did not have the cheek to go off, thus interfering with my stereo and making it forget that it was playing a CD, right in the middle of Hatfield and the North's 'Son of 'There's No Place Like Homerton''.

Look at it! You know my stereo's a poor, senile old dear and you know that your fancy ( Read more... )