I Don't Like Them In Burgers!

Well I'm here. I slept badly dreaming of getting lost in tube stations and being chased by werewolves. My stomach was going around like a washing machine all morning before I left the house. I always get nervy before travelling anywhere different and have trouble leaving the bathroom..... It's no wonder I spend my life just drifting along going through the motions. I just get so wound up and don't want to go anywhere, because it's easier. It's been a strange year when my wanting to do things and make an effort has been quite overwhelming.

I won't list everything, you'll be relieved to know. A couple of weeks ago I had haggis and now I'm here in London for a training course I actually want to go on. I didn't get lost, well not terribly lost anyway. At least now I have that big thing looming up (like a big looming thing), that's a useful landmark, isn't it? Maybe I'll tell them in McDonalds tomorrow that I'll have a cheeseburger with no gherkins instead of asking for a cheeseburger with no green things.

Don't worry. I promise I won't eat McDonalds everyday. I really like Liverpool Street Station which has a Burger King too. There is a pizza place and there is a pub called the Water Poet next to this hotel stuck down a cobbled side street. The hotel is nice enough in a vending machine type way. It's very clean and stark with everything in white and ectoplasm green which makes me feel like I'm in a clinic. I expect the nurse to come round with my tablets in a minute and then they'll wheel me down for my boob job in the morning.

NO! I'm joking! With my matchstick legs, I'd topple forward and wouldn't be able to get up again if I did that.

Oh well... I'm watching Homeland on C4 + 1 at the moment. I wonder what tomorrow will bring. Hopefully, I'll find the course centre.....

Track? Sorry, it has to be this one although I wasn't eaten by a werewolf in the tube station. I guess werewolves don't like cheeseburgers - Bad Moon Rising