Walking along a narrow street in England. Come up to a square, and guys are playing a game with bouncy balls, where they scoop throw them at each other. The balls are bouncing all over the square. We try to walk around and dodge the balls. We walk down to the river, and Ian T asks Bob H if he knows a place to stay for the night. He gets an elegant lady over, and she has rooms. I give her a big smile, and I think she knows me, Ian hugs her, and says how charming my smile is.
On a train, some slimy guy comes up and says he collecting for insurance and that I owe him $50. I say no way, and he sits there and says he’ll wait.