Author: Hunnibell

Okay, home from work after a nice British day, im serious, it was hot and the sun shone. But before you continue, be warned this is a rant, im drinking fosters, its been a while and i need to vent. Life here ticks along and the paperboy is getting his bearings ever so slowly (thank god for my A-Z).

Im still Londons slowest courier (or half arsed) if the last alleycat was anything to go by, but at least my DNF was due to excessive alcohol consumption influenced by my lack of fitness and the inability to hack the pace. Thanks to the pistette from the house of pistard for towing me round for a few checkpoints. Continue reading “London, the same everywhere you go…”

Okay kids, dispatch #2 from London. By the sounds of it Tassie is bloody cold but at least the points are firing. 3 months done so far. The sun is out and the rain is bizzarely absent. Im now unemployed but things might be looking up, judging by the phone call i just got. Someone might be giving the paper boy a radio on monday. Gonna be funny when their clients ring up wondering where the fuck their packages are. Still you have to start somewhere. Shout outs need to go to car window smashing Ryan for the heads up and stupid amounts of alcohol he makes me drink with a bunch of people i dont know on a saturday nights. After so long off a bike its always reassuring to know i can still get paraletic drunk and ride my bike in a big city and discover the blood and bruises when i wake up in the morning. At least its better than having a drunk hobo ask you for a blowjob at 10 in the morning and then having an old man piss in front of you while relaxing in the park in the afternoon. The joys of living in a huge dirty city full of smelly people. Still im gonna see what happens and if it means having to skip the ECMCs so be it.

Okay, so here it is. After way too long, im finally here in the land of tea, big red busses and fish and chips. Sunk way way too much on a bike but at least i dont have to catch shitty public transport anymore and im sorted. Lodon is pretty crazy, riding around New York was less hazardous to my health. Here its pretty much just punch and go, see if you come out the other side. Still its providing me and my bike starved little self with much entertainment. Once i finally get out of this shitty bar im working in and get onto the road get ready for the blood to start flowing. Oh and did i mention the punk bar that sells VB stubbies. Fuckin sweet…

if only this photo uploader thingy would work…