So I'm home for Christmas. I'm in the tisborough.

I miss london like fucking crazy. Fo' serious, it nearly hurts. Its like I've lsot a limb or something.

Back in the day, when I was at college, I didn't miss london so much. I mean, I lived there and all, but I was living at college virtually, so I didn't spend much time there. But after spending nearly 4 months solid there, I miss the place like crazy. I miss all my new firends. I miss the smell. I miss the bustle. I miss the tramps asking me for 20p at 4 in the morning as I stumble home.

I've done little stumbling since I've been home. I miss that too. I miss my little walks down to the petrol station/Deptford when I'm desperate for fags at stupid o'clock in the morn. I miss going to/coming back from Binnie Court at stupid o'clock in them morn.

In fact, I miss most things that happen at stupid o'clock in the morn. One of my favourite things was seeing all the foxes about. It was like my own private, damn chilly nature show. I'd stop and watch sometimes. It was all cool shit.

We just got regular foxes here. They aren't urbanised. And I'm not stumbling about 'cos shit is so boring here that I just spend all night on the 'puter.

Grah! I want to be back in London so bad!

Anyways!

I guess you've gathered that shit here is pretty dull. I am, however, looking forward to christmas. I can't wait for Hugo to open his present from me, nor can I wait to rawk out on my brand spanking new electric guitar. Yeeehaaaa!

I think I'm back in London for the 27th. And I may be jetting about the place, visiting people. A trip to some backwater place might be on the cards. Which is sweet, as I get to see a certain someone. Other than that, I think I'm just chilling... looking after the cat. Getting ratarsed with Doug... and just stuff...

Rah.

I want uni back baaaaad.