we got drunk thursday night but i got waaaay too drunk and couldnt walk so we came home. after some dodgy black dude with bad hair and a cane tried to sell us cocaine which was washing powder and that hit pete with his cane when we said it was shit. i got a bit upset, i wanted to kill the douchebag. woke up on my birthday hungover as fuck and feeling sorry for myself.. didnt do anything really except eat kfc and wish i was in melbourne, with people i like rather than an asshole brother who has nothing to say for himself except negative comments on my awesomeness. fuck you, peter, you have no personality and you are boring as fuck. cant wait to get away from him.
we leave amsterdam on tuesday and then im seeing alexis on wednesday and were going to stonehenge on friday i think. im gonna book the rock n roll tour where you go see places the beatles lived and some dead guys house and stuff, seems a good way to spend some time.
facebook is being a cunt and wont let me upload photos, which is what i was doing as a timewaster cos fuck im bored. i know, i know, im in an amazing foreign country where i wont get the chance to come back for like ten years, but you know what? im bored of looking at wonky houses and not being able to read anything. and most things are shut today. god im a whinger.
thanks for listening, until laterz,
the man, the myth, the maverick,