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  • 2 weeks later...

In a word Mockney, Fantastic! Lovely weather, good food, good beer, great wine, friendly down to earth people, unparalleled scenery and wildlife and somewhere in the midst of all that we got married went on honeymoon and had the best time of our lives.


On the flip side failing infrastructure, pointless social and economic decline and frustrating politics. But I tried to ignore that on this particular trip.


Didn?t touch a computer or watch a television in 3 weeks!


But now it is back to the old Westminster salt mines.

  • 2 weeks later...
I have been awake nearly an hour and I wish it were already the weekend... it is certainly not recommended to b having txt convos wiv drunken ppl on their honeymoon into the early hours of the morn if one if wanting to wake up feeling fresh and ready for the day ahead :(

In C.


This morning it?s the Westminster Blues. Like the Delta Blues but tapped out on keyboards by thousands of weary digits and sighed into a million mugs of Monday morning coffee.


But unlike Robert Johnson, who was made the grandfather of rock ?n roll in exchange for his soul it seems that all Satan is bunging us on this package tour to hell is a chance to finally buy that sports car when you?re too old to enjoy it, trips to Homebase on the weekends and the reassurance that it will all end in a Bupa care home.

  • 3 weeks later...

My tummy hates me, mother has not stopped talking away to me from first thing this morning (even shutting the bathroom door and putting music on loud hasn't helped) and the smell of someone cooking brekkie in me 'ouse is making me feel... well rather yucky :-S


It's not even half 7 yet... darn I'm sure things can only get better... no?

  • 3 weeks later...

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