Gon’ get myself a megabus come next week.
If you are in London, know me and I haven’t been in touch about accosting you in your adopted city then please berate me because I totally intended to. It’s going to get crunkin’. Or we’ll just hang out at the Tate and catch a movie at the BFI, it’s all good.
I started the day by having a thin wisp of a splinter sawn out of my foot by what I can only describe as an extremely reserved sadist.
The rest of the day has felt like that exchange, except I’m the one doing the sawing but can’t quite find the splinter. And I’m actually a masochist.