I got really drunk all weekend. Nothing unusual there really. Friday we went to some rubbish fashion bar, but the drinks were free so we didn’t mind too much until some guy punched Dennily and we Jan and I had to have a stand-off with his brother. Saturday was a hangover and little else until I got to the Eye and bumped into Chelsea who I haven’t seen for a year, then Sunday the same with Victor.
Monday I got a transport pass (lesson learned) and called the infamous landlady again. Looks like I’m getting that deposit back after all. Very happy about this.
Hopefully when I get my computer back I can write this stuff in my own time and it won’t be as rushed and dull as when the clock’s ticking. Hm.