We are now in London. It is cold and wet and I can't believe how miserable all the English people are. Of course everything is so expensive and everyone is so rude. I slipped on a chip (french fry) on the street and a nice young skin head with the word Aryan on his tee helped me up. What does Aryan mean and what did he mean when he said he wanted to gob on my face? Some strange ritual?
Loving youse all from afar.