3am Thursday morning, we were awoken by the dulcet tones of a car crashing into a wall. The doors were still closed by the time we'd dragged ourselves to the window so Jim and I headed out to see if anyone needed assistance.
As Jim made it to the car he scared off the joyriders who had caused the accident and thus satisfied no one was hurt we waited with our neighbours for the police to arrive. As we did two drunks wandered over and stared at the accident.
"What happened?" slurred a drunk
"A car crashed" Jae responded icily suggesting both his intolerance of idiots and his tired impatience.
"Oh. Can I bum a fag off you?"
"NO" Icy stare. Drunks slowly back away...
3am on a Thursday morning! Where the hell had they been??
So things to do:
1) clear out flat and prepare it for handing back to landlord.
2) get a new job in Folkestone
3) find a new flat in Folkestone
4) get fit
5) take over the world.
Simples.
Bought my final monthly travelcard today. No more Oyster! I don't know whether to sing or cry!
If you feel benevolent and particularly generous, this writer always appreciates things bought for him from his wishlist
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