All Human Life Is Here

Cold and damp. Seen people here in cardigans, cagoules and ugg boots. So a good day to cadge a ride back to the airport on a transfer bus to collect my passport. The transfer rep, a jovial young fella called James from Stoke (or Jaime from Stokio I feel he should be) put on that traditional folklore dvd Watery Fowls.

Very nearly got the passport back but it seems the girl/woman/man(changes everytime I speak to someone else) who has the passport is on a late shift and no-one knows where it is. Bummer.






The National Express, Divine Comedy .... fab, listenhere