I woke up early and can’t go back to sleep cause I’m awfully hungover, so I’m posting this mainly to keep my mind off my stomach. Awful night last night!!!

To start from the beginning; I may not have been in love with my hometown, Slough, but at least it’s nearby enough that my friends can hop on the train and I can meet them right outside Blackfriars. So I was hosting friends Stanley Veronica down for a little bit of getting pissed and we had a smashing night for the most part; went for drinks at the Blackfriar pub, and went up north to dance the night away at Fabric.

But there was a few points of… intrigue. I suppose it’s our fault for being cheap and deciding to walk, but that’s beside the point. While we were on the road we happened to bump into this guy. Pretty average looking man in his late 30’s or 40’s – quite tall, thin, dark thinning hair, that whole deal. Yet he was dressed smartly in this fabulous old fashioned smoking jacket and a bowtie. I figured he must have been going to some kind fancy dress party, and I asked him “Hey, Hugh Hefner, where’s the fancy dress party at?” but he answers in his posh accent, “You speak English! Good! Who are you? Where am I?” Taken a back, I said, “Well, I’m James, and this the City of course!” But he spat back at me, “The City? The City London?” I retorted with some witty reply like “Well, what other ‘The City’ would you find in London?” Yet he wouldn’t accept this. “No it isn’t – it can’t be. Everything’s wrong, nothing’s the same, I must… must find a way home…” And then he ran off, chasing some guy who brushed past us. A nutter, I thought!

I figured the night would make up for itself at Fabric. I’ve been there before – an awesome venue, and great music! But when I got there I suddenly realized that I didn’t have my wallet on me! It struck me then; that man wasn’t bonkers; he nicked my wallet! What’s more, the bouncer decided to card me – really, card me – at the door, so I couldn’t get in! Fucking wankers!

Oh well… luckily I had my room key on me. We all went back to the apartment and got pissed on some ales I had in my fridge – which was fun, I’ll admit, but it hasn’t settled well in the morning! What a big disappointment!

James

P.S. This also does not bode well that I can’t find my wallet, since I’ve been pretty spent trying to find some employment – everything from political speech writing to… well, the local Café Nero (at my old school for crying out loud.) I’ll keep everybody posted!