Arrive 2 July. Step one completed. Change money..hurry up, I want to get the train that left 15 minutes ago. How many ways do I hate ABN-AMRO!
Train - get the right one. Cool..done that.
Leave bags in said lockers. Walk to Central not too fast but something only slightly short of a gallop - take it in because this is the last time your seeing this place straight senior Sevcom. Have first smoke since last time (January). Spin out but just short of disaster...look around but its clear nobody hit me with a mallet....good. Think... doesn't work. Try again... oh fuck, have to check in . Then realise my usual accommodation hosts are used to me turning up fully gone after many visits. Console myself with the, usually they are worse than me routine. Say yes to all questions, pay money. Can I just have the key please and we leave all this until later?
Think about getting bags but then think 24 hour custody is 24 hours. Besides I don't smell too bad after 12 hours since leaving home (sense of smell left in Central). Eventually, go back get bags. Notice they are much much heavier when near comatose.
Carry bags too far and up too many steps. Then great, I'm here..or at least bits of me. Establish base camp before setting out again.
Hit Stix, Tweede K., Homegrown Fantasy...day one mission accomplished for the daylight hours. Go to Nes Cafe as darkness falls have a lovely beer and even lovelier smokes. Hunger strikes - feed it.
Roll home. Then it hits me...I'm on holidays.
Euphoria!
12 days to go.
oh to be a Time Lord!
The plan
abstaining
Not a self-imposed fast, more thrust on me by circumstances.
see you next week, i hope.
see you next week, i hope.
