Reading

I'm waiting in Reading train station for my cousin, who is late as hell.

Jordan, how the hell Britain can be the world's 3rd fatest country I do not know. In the next two weeks, I'm gonna have legs like Rizzo. It's so much frickin walking. I have to walk everywhere. Ah well.

This week I'm gonna do the rounds and see the family and friends, so that next week I can go into the city and see the recruiters. I hope to start the job at the pub next week. But all the paperwork I'm gonna have to fill out to get social secruity numbers and things is gonna suck. It's all go this end.

Went out last night. It seems the dudes put in more effort than the girls when it comes to dressing up. I felt like I was in a music video or a vodka commercial. I'm gonna have to start mohawking my hair again.

This internet cafe is twice the price of the last one, and I can't get internet access in the place I'm staying because there's no landline. Arrgghh!

It's rather funny looking around here though, as all kids under ten seem to be stuck in some sort of timewarp where they all look, talk, and act exactly as I remember them all those years ago. But once they hit about 12, they all turn into these crazy-ass yob who look like they'll mug you for simply existing. Wich is a shame becuase everyone else is really friendly. Even the fuzz. I saw this program about highway police last night and man alive, they pull you over for going 2 miles over the speed limit. Crazy.

I'll keep you posted.

Back again

Back home again after fourteen years. Wusup peeps!

The flight went ok, it was late teking off and landing, but I had this trendy as hell 40 year old dude next to me who goes on tour with different bands (just got off tour with Velvet Revolver) and even though the flight was 'full', we jumped around the plane untill I got 3 seats to myself and he got sit next to this hot chick, so we were happy.

Lewis met me at the airport on the hottest day of the year (typical) and we took the tube to Watford, where I promptly got a cell phone and a job at the pub. Sweet! We ate a Burger King, which for me was a big mistake because for $8, I got a small drink, small fries, and a whopper. But get this. Yes everything is double the price, but everyone gets paid more. If I get this job down the pub, it's £7 an hour. That's double what Panera paid me!

Yesterday we saw Ep.3 which was rather a different experience as the crowd didnt laugh at the little English boy in the temple. Security had to come in at one point and tell this loudass guy to quiet down. I was going to do it myself, but then I remembered all those stories, so I stayed put.

I had to ride the tube home myself and there were these hard-as-fuck looking guys on there and I was thinking to myself, 'Oh snap, they're gonna beat be stupid when they see my Central Florida sweater'. But I played it cool and made it off alive... this time.

For the lads: I've already seen my fair share of cool cars. Lambo Mirchalago (spelling?), Bentley, a facelifted TT (didn't even know they were making those) and get this. I can go down to the local Honda dealership down the road and for 20 grand, get myself a Mugen S2000. Sweet! Oh yeah Ed, untill further inspection, 5% rule is still in effect.

Laters