In London, at a bar, walk to the side, chat with the bartender, order something, leave. Walk up the street and down Edgeware (missed this the last time). Looking for a train to work. Decide on a circle line one. Fly up and land on the top, materialize there. There are a few others up here. We see the cops coming, so we get back down. They come over, but the guy doesn’t recognize us. We get off and I start looking for the next train. Go to get a ticket, but I have no pounds. I go from counter to counter, find a almost topless girl and confuse her into giving me someone’s lost and found and taking a munged up fiver and stretching it until it’s good. Walk up the stairs and they’re filming some folies bergere thing. Go back down to another counter and try to get a rail pass. Walk over and start to do it with a naked girl-she tells me all these odd things to do. Finally she tells me to fart on her foot and smells it and is mad when I can’t.
My exciting life, this place