Bitches, I am here...
This is coming to you live and direct from Cape Town.
It's 2.48am - our plane only got in at around 1am but I am here.
I am here, I am here, I am so fucking here...
I'm a bit drunk because they kept serving me booze but I am going to gym tomorrow.
The temp in the car said 28C. It was 4C when I left London.
There is no work. There is no delayed Central Line. There is just holiday.
See you later today but for now, I cannot believe that I am fucking here...
Thursday 21 February 2008
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Written by Bobby Vanquish at around 00:49
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6 comments:
Glad to know that you arrived! I do have to ask: Have you changed clothes yet?
Congrats! And still breathing too.
Timmy: I was in the same clothes from Tuesday lunchtime to Wednesday night. I slept in my clothes in Tuesday night at the shitty hotel. I hadn't brushed my teeth for two days. It was crusty and horrid...
And smelly.
And ew.
Willy: Thank god actually! x
I can tell you really were looking forward to this trip.
I would imagine you will have a fun time even if you are not wearing my swim trunks.
Carl
Well done. Longhaul flights are the new Everest.
And you can feel superior it's bloody 4° here.
Carl: Well - I could (or you could) always pretend that I'm wearing your trunks.
Oliver: I am sitting here typing this in shorts and a T-shirt. It's 11pm, the window's open and it's hot. Four? Shmore...! x
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