fear of being stranded at a bus station at 3am in the middle of nowhere
with only a raccoon and the local drunk for company was beginning to kick
in. I realised raccoons are quite cute and I could probably overpower the
drunk and steal his whisky, it would also make for an interesting blog).
I've started to spend my days wandering around with a stupid grin on my
face regularly saying 'oh my god, oh my god I'm actually going' and not always in my head either, the people of Manchester have voted me the 'local fruit loop'. My work mates are probably getting tired of the daily updates and my family want access to the computer again. However, it can't have completely sunk in; when I explain to people where I'm going I feel like I'm lying, in order to avoid being found out I'm going to have to spend the next 3 months hiding at the bottom of someone’s garden and then miraculously appear at Manchester Airport on the 18th July and somehow explain the lack of a tan.
I've been slightly freaked out by the cost of everything, I also have
issues around spending hundreds of pounds and coming away with nothing but
bits of paper to show for it. So I'm covered if my bungee elastic snaps, or
someone decides to steal my rucksack full of grubby unwashed clothes, I
want to see where my money has gone. If I don't break an arm, get mugged or
catch a tropical disease I'll want my money back. Whilst paper is on the
agenda, what's all this ticket free flying malarkey? I'm not happy. Apart
from not getting to keep that particular souvenir of my trip I'm not
convinced that turning up at the airport with a 'print-out' is going to
enable me to get to America. Mind you, of greater concern is the fact that
I look nothing like my passport photo. When it was taken I had extremely
long hair and glasses from the Dame Edna Everage collection, now I'm shaven
headed and wear spectacles that even Carson Kressley would approve of. One
suggestion was "tell them you've been ill and lost all your hair". I'm not
sure how airport security would expect me to prove ill health leading to
hair loss, nor do I think it's the most ethically sound route to take, but
thanks for the tip Keeley!
posted by KP @ 7:56 PM
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Hey you great big lesbeshan,
Long time, no speaky. I've lost ten million phones since we played the festival away, and have hence misplaced lots of people. I hope whoever found you all hasnt mistreated you. Or at least used lubrication.
The good ol' us of a, eh? Budda, budda, sa-weet!! Well you aint the only one with the jet-set lifestyle baby, as I is off to gay Paris next week for a five day jaunt.
Working in Club Ego (how apt) at the moment, which is usually full of gayers, so I'm quite happy. But I'm trying to find something more daylight hours based, but have sat at a computer without a disk hole, so have found the time to reply to your trendily-bespectacled skinhead self. I myself am now sporting a tres chic half-mullet en ce moment, so look slightly different from my rock-god passport photo. But I'm a hot rod either way, so I doubt the little froggies will have any question my identity. Pure dead, dead sexy!!
Ok, some dude just vacated a different machine, so I'm gonna go do what I came for like a good little boy. Keep on truckin muthafucka, and be sure to give my regards to G-squared.
Kisses in intimate places (just not lady ones)
Love Adam xxx
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