Back in London, crouched in my room, catching up on work homework, fending of a ropey net connection and worrying about people.
So on the drive down Westmoreland Farm Shops had no scotch eggs, which really pissed off ma when I got to Manchester, luckily I snatched slice of 'Westmoreland pie' which was nice, had pickle spread through it.
Fell asleep a few many times on the way through the Mid-Lands, almost hit a road sign, so I took to stopping at every other service station for a stroll about.
I now have my guitar with me. The live music scene in this town doesn't stand a chance.
Installed the Compare application on Facebook, apparently I'm marriage material
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