Bugger, Catharsis is at my asrehole again
Eh you know I'm not one for complaining, much, but I think I've just spent £250 quid on the biggest waste of 5 days ever. Exeter piss poor backpackers with zero feeling shoved full of itinerant workers and chinamen. Launceston so in the middle of nowhere to not know where nowhere is (is it Cornwall or is it shite or is it on the A30 between nowhere and nowhere) and where a heart can be broken by so someone so effortless and quiet. The longest road though has to be the enormous effort to get to and from Falmouth without mindless and gormless ranters and to trundle along in a happy shopper bus through one too many Trelistlessnessesevenlevonpoollooe only to arrive in Falmouth and discover the set of keys that Globe gobshite backpackers of Exeter will no doubt want their £10 of flesh for.
Then to stay in The Ladder where the locals are listless and eyeless zombies drivelling one too many Grandma Weapon Grade and Old Rosie and where DJ's play lotus spread and aren't eclectic at all. While I poisoned am by Shish Kebab where all they care about is who is walking passed in town, and not on the customer who is too much trouble not to poison.
Luckily I am cured of Alcohol and its mean ways, but that means I linger until 1.20am hearing retreating voices below - 'time please ladies and gentlemen' - 'time please' called for numerous hours and then snigger and laff out on bayed window space until I have a headache for lack of Alcohol to send me sleepward and then to be right royally rogered by First in their capacity not to get to said destination this morning on time...and cause the gills of hell to open be ready to leave me entrailedless in Truro behind its bowlless arse.
Returned I am and may yet need my script for another cite and Anthony may think me crazy, but I'm not it is the repetitive clash of words everywhere words. All I see are warnings and threats and vicious control.
Hey I am returned and start again Monday the 7th. Yesterday and Today and the day before, etc are all in the passage of time like long ago dropped turds in the cisterns of hades.
Then to stay in The Ladder where the locals are listless and eyeless zombies drivelling one too many Grandma Weapon Grade and Old Rosie and where DJ's play lotus spread and aren't eclectic at all. While I poisoned am by Shish Kebab where all they care about is who is walking passed in town, and not on the customer who is too much trouble not to poison.
Luckily I am cured of Alcohol and its mean ways, but that means I linger until 1.20am hearing retreating voices below - 'time please ladies and gentlemen' - 'time please' called for numerous hours and then snigger and laff out on bayed window space until I have a headache for lack of Alcohol to send me sleepward and then to be right royally rogered by First in their capacity not to get to said destination this morning on time...and cause the gills of hell to open be ready to leave me entrailedless in Truro behind its bowlless arse.
Returned I am and may yet need my script for another cite and Anthony may think me crazy, but I'm not it is the repetitive clash of words everywhere words. All I see are warnings and threats and vicious control.
Hey I am returned and start again Monday the 7th. Yesterday and Today and the day before, etc are all in the passage of time like long ago dropped turds in the cisterns of hades.
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