Here’s a handy hint, kids, that you might learn from my mistakes. An all-night club is not a great way to kill time in a strange city while waiting for a train.

Actually, that’s a lie. It’s a great way to spend a few hours. You may, however, want to avoid pretending to be a bisexual German tourist and drinking so much that you sleep through your stop on the train. >.<

I landed in Birmingham at like, midnight and got home to Derby at ten o’clock… totally drunk and starving. Sleep won out for four hours or so, then I cooked some burgers.

I still have a folded note in my back pocket that was surreptitiously slipped to me somewhere in mainland Europe. Reading it makes me feel like I’m drunk, dizzy and someone with small hands is playing with my hair~