Well.... as promised, I slept through Christmas and carried it on a little bit. I awake with street sellers flogging their easter wares on the streets of old London town.
Much has changed....
blah blah divorced blah blah homeless blah blah UK subbuteo runner upper. The list is clearly endless. A new set of life goals are needed. So far I have picked only one:
Frisbee football!!!
Im sure thats what they call it. I saw some guys (probably Australian/New Zealandesque) playing on the common as I sailed past on a bus (my travel ban ended whilst in my festive coma). With regular practice, I should be a champion of sorts. The Frisbee gods shall receive my prayers.
