Mentalechoes

Right well I’m still in the flat, because just as I decided to go, it’s started to piss down rain.

Why is it whenever I want to go somewhere it starts fucking raining?

Is this some kind of cosmic conspiracy to keep me wet and cold? Damn well feels like it. Yes, Europe in winter time, isn’t it grand!

On the positive side, I have actually worked out the first four chapters of my book, which I am going to call, ‘What kind of drink is that: a backpackers life in a London pub’.

It’s going to be about my first six months in London when I worked in an pub in Bayswater. Should be a hoot! I’m chuckling to myself already with some of the notes I’ve written.

When I’m done you all have to buy a copy!

Padwanna!