Hi everyone! Sitting in a Maccas opposite Kings Cross is somewhat of a surreal feeling, especially since the jetlag plus general sleep deprivation means I'm in a delirious stupor. (Imagine Rowan Atkinson's narcolepsy in Rat Race, times by two and that's me right now) So, everything ended up going fine and I actually caught my flight. Let me tell you, 22 hours of flying is a complete bitch, despite highlights such as duty free booze and the flight attendant trying to pick up my friend. So we finally land, jump on a train (that terminates at the deliciously hilariously named Cockfos
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