A rebel without a clue.

Had my first nightmare for years last night: I witnessed a barbaric act on four women by 2 dismembered 'hands' and 1 bodiless 'penis'. I recall it was in China some time not too long ago, but maybe was during the Japanese invasion/occupation: Shanghi. Basically the 4 women, 1 in her 80's, 1 in her 50's and 2 in their late teens, where raped 1 by 1 by this dismembered penis until the two hands appeared and set fire to them. As they were already hysterical: they screamed horridly as they burnt, hair first. The only person who understood the gravity of the situation was the 50 something. I think they were all drugged, but maybe not the one in her 50's. The eighty year old was very gummy and docile. Horrible scene: I woke up at 3.35am with a start. If dreams are somehow cathartic: was this?

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 eclecti...