We're in London!

Alright, before I write anything, just remember I'm on a British keybored, which are all fucked up (Why is the @ sign near the enter key? Crazy, they also can't drive on the right side of the road..)

Alright, it's 16h00 here, and I haven't slept in, I dunno, the time change is fucking with me, either 32 or 27 hours. Either way, it's a long time. :) We were on the plane last night, obviously we took adventage of the duty free alcohol and were drunk. We decided to talk to everyone around us. How did we start this? Well, buying drinks for the girls behind us. But yeah, wasn't a bad flight. Drunk, roudy. When we found usher on one of the radio stations, Mayo and I raised the roof, when the Zebra won the race in that crappy movie about a racing Zebra, we got up and cheerwed with a a big "Yes!" (I dunno where the quotations are.) Then we ended the flight with a slow clap. No one joined in.

So anyways, we get to London, first thing i notice are a lot of the sterotypes are true, for example, the passport lady was a bitch to me. Freeken rolling her eyes and sighing at me for everything I said. And the train ticket guy actually did finish all his sentences with "..., yeh?", like "Train to victoria, yeh? here your tickets, yeh? Platform 5, yeh?" AND, the guy on the Airport intercome sounded so evil, the british sexy man voice just does, I can't exaplin it. I swear I felt he was one of the world domination guys just by him announcing to us where to go.

Anyways, enough with that, so we're in London, we meet up with an OPP guy on vacation, used to be the ehad bouncer at that hole OnTap, he sees we're thristy, we get on the train, get off, and head straight for a pub. Three beers later (8 am your time) he's drunk, telling us easy ways to make acid, about how all cops are currupt, the big cross-department drug parties they have, all that. He's crazy funny. I never knew making acid was as easy as leaving a peice of Rye bread on top of your fridge for 3 months.

We haven't really done anything since, jsut walked around London, finally found a Hostle. I think Tyler is sleeping and I dunno where Mayo is. Maybe we should develop a better plan than "if we get lost/seperated, we meet in two weeks in Brussells"

Hmm.. Come to think of it I cna't think of anything crazy or exciting to write about. Mayo dind't even climb anything today. For shame.

So yeah, instead of writting more and being boring. I'll end it here.

PS If you're worried about our well-being, we have shelter and are well fed

Oh, Ottawa girls are still BY FAR the hottess.