how not to..

Myself and Saffa went to see the sunrise this morning. Good idea. What wasn't such a good idea was going to Wrotham Hill (which doesn't face east), driving to try and find somewhere else, putting tea in a flask that still smelt strongly of coffee (teacoffee is not so nice). So you know, it wasn't a romantic thing. There was supposed to be loads of people but no-one else showed. Turned out ok. We saw it rise over some trees eventually.

It actually felt a bit like those guys who go around chasing twisters. Only not as dangerous. And ah, we.. well, I, was a bit crap at finding somewhere where you could see the sunrise.

Mark even said he might blag aboot it. And he doesn't even have a blag.

Which brings us to now. I'm supposed to be doing stuff. But I'm not. But I'll go and make myself some tea (sans coffee) then procratinate a bit more then maybe do something.

Jack's International Mic Night tonite. Huzzah.

overandout