But I was too drunk to care, too drunk to think. The perfect exit.
On this bus, I started to love London and wanted to be closer to it. It brought to mind many Clash songs that would name drop London boroughs and famous places and reminded me why things are different in London.
We were instantly rooting for the big cuddly fat bloke with the dreadlocks and slamming the guy who was abusing the rules of etiquette.
I will miss you slightly, in that comfort of a regimen of work and sleep, preparing for these next precipitous steps, uncomfortable dread gnawing at me.
I've a cold coming on in the head and it promises to be a bastard!
Selena managed to break the glass part of the frying pan trying to demonstrate a dutch toilet.
I hope my hearing holds out a while longer - there's still too much music in the world to enjoy.