Mission accomplished.

Thank christ that's over. Any excitement at being on a plane again for the first time in a decade was soon overridden by a strong urge to get the fuck off it as soon as possible. When I finally landed in Seoul I admired the MP5 toting guards for a while before being shuttled off to the Hyatt Regency. First thing I did was sit in the shower for an hour soaking up the goodness. Slaters water restrictions.

Now this is the shit motherfuckers. 5 star luxury after being compressed into a shitty economy class seat for 9 hours. I’ve discovered that 24 hours use of the hotel internet here will cost me $30au, so fuck that shit. I’ll have to live it up while I can, living conditions in the UK will be like living in a Sudanese refugee camp after this.

After more than 2 years of blood, sweat and QQ I've finally made it. My first impression of London is that it's big, dirty, noisy and it fucking stinks.

So on my second day in London, I walk out my front door and bear witness to a pole being raped by a car. A shining beacon of Humanity’s Finest to say the least.

As the next day was game 2 of the State of Origin, I head down to Brighton to chill with Green, Stumpy and Nick. I have one word for you: QUEEENSLANDAAAAH. Suck shit all you cockroach raping faggots. Whilst in Brighton I've met some pretty awesome people. Brighton is full of like minded people who’re all there to get trashed pretty much every night, smoke fuckloads of weed and generally have a good time. Only in Brighton will there be more happening on a Tuesday night than a Friday or Saturday. Wtf mate.

Everyone is also broke, earning 6 quid an hour on average. Fucking bums.

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