I have landed and am all in one piece. Food has been put in me and after more than 24 hours awake, it is time to go into a hibernation. I'm excited as all hell, but I imagine it will be quite impressive when I wake up with the energy to be excited - if that makes sense.
Meanwhile I fiddled with the settings on this thing so you don't have to have a blogspot account to leave comments.
More later!
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Holy hell, Tottenham is out a bit. What is that, Tube Zone 4 or 5? At least London has a good metro system, eh?
Upon retrospect, I am slightly sorry that you did not get on the wrong plane and end up in Mexican Surrealist Liberia, not unlike in The Cottage Papers (of which I still owe you a final page) where you proceed to have wonderful and horrific adventures under the glow of the sole traffic light. Tell me, does Tottenham at least have giant meat grinders? Or at least the British equivalent: the roundabout?
I don't have any clue as to what Tom is talking about!
Okay!
don't remember your cousin's place being out in zone 4 or 5, but mabye zone 3. Glad you've arrived safe and sound.
She moved! Also, I am still so tired that everything is super-surreal, so new post tomorrow - lest I wax lyrically about naught but disconnected minutia.
Tom is talking about "inside jokes" and "personal references". Sheesh!
But I don't like those!
Too bad homeslice! I'm going to do my best to avoid them in the main posts (if I wanted to write an email to one specific person, then that is what I would do!), but it's a no holds-barred mudwrestle in the comments area.
I suppose now would be the appropriate point to make such a joke or reference - but I just don't don't have the juice right now!
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