277.365.2011
A day and a half today turned out to be.
After just 90 minutes sleep, I dragged myself out of the pit of sleep, to get myself down to Pimlico to see my mum where she works – she just got back with my dad from a brief trip to NYC and they brought me back some early birthday presents (a new camera lens they knew I wanted and a nice pair of headphones). Anyway, she made me a nice sandwich and cup of tea for brunch and we had a nice chat about what they got up to before it started to get busy for lunch so I decided to go.
I had planned to meet up with a friend for the afternoon, but I thought I'd head into town to Tottenham Court Road to go to the massive Paperchase store there and do a bit of research for something/having a look in a few of the electronics/gadget shops. Then my mum was trying to call me to say that my dad went to hospital or something and she didn't know what was going on and she was in a bit of a panic because she was trying to call him back but he wasn't picking up.
To cut a long story short; I was to attempt to call my dad myself, but in the process somebody tried to mug me for my iPhone (which I was using at the time) and my presents, but he got more than he bargained for when I basically tried to break his face (literally, I think I broke his nose). It wasn't deliberate – he just got a reaction. Anyway, said person runs off, man in the shop I was standing outside of comes running out. It was all a bit of a broo-ha-ha if you ask me. Had to calm down (I was livid) and then had to call my friend and then went to meet him at Baker Street for a nice, medicinal drink...
Oh – and the Victoria line was pants as well. I hate using it.
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277.365.2011
A day and a half today turned out to be.
After just 90 minutes sleep, I dragged myself out of the pit of sleep, to get myself down to Pimlico to see my mum where she works – she just got back with my dad from a brief trip to NYC and they brought me back some early birthday presents (a new camera lens they knew I wanted and a nice pair of headphones). Anyway, she made me a nice sandwich and cup of tea for brunch and we had a nice chat about what they got up to before it started to get busy for lunch so I decided to go.
I had planned to meet up with a friend for the afternoon, but I thought I'd head into town to Tottenham Court Road to go to the massive Paperchase store there and do a bit of research for something/having a look in a few of the electronics/gadget shops. Then my mum was trying to call me to say that my dad went to hospital or something and she didn't know what was going on and she was in a bit of a panic because she was trying to call him back but he wasn't picking up.
To cut a long story short; I was to attempt to call my dad myself, but in the process somebody tried to mug me for my iPhone (which I was using at the time) and my presents, but he got more than he bargained for when I basically tried to break his face (literally, I think I broke his nose). It wasn't deliberate – he just got a reaction. Anyway, said person runs off, man in the shop I was standing outside of comes running out. It was all a bit of a broo-ha-ha if you ask me. Had to calm down (I was livid) and then had to call my friend and then went to meet him at Baker Street for a nice, medicinal drink...
Oh – and the Victoria line was pants as well. I hate using it.
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All Rights Reserved, as stated. Re-posts are with expressed permission only.
You may not use this image, edit it or alter it in any way (and as a result, claim the image or the derivative as your own). And it's not for Tumblr / weheartit.com either.