Mooornin'!
I'm here, a little shaky but ok!

Me, DG and Tourette's went for another drink in Aldgate (I heroically got off the train saying words like "It's ok, there'll be another train and/or a night bus!".

I left them at approximately 12.30. I arrived home (In Leytonstone - not far!) at 3.00. 2 and a half hours, which contained:

* A guy yelling 'fuckin' POOFTAH!" out of a car at me, and then pulling over, getting out and threatening to kick the shit out of me. I guess I was gay by virtue of walking down the road on my own. My Jackie Chan instincts kicked in and I ran the hell away.

* FINALLY managing to hail a cab, only to be thrown out of it by six Irish Navvies cos the cabbie would make more money!

* Getting completely lost in a really rough area, getting propositioned by an old rough whore. More running away ensued.

* A complete inability to find my night bus. When I eventually did find the right stop, the bus I needed was pulling away. The sign that said 'N8 every 10 mins' was a lie. I sat there on the pavement, looking at the Gherkin, for 20 minutes.

All I wanted to do was get home. I made it, but it was a trek!

I had a really good time last night... Meeting the people I've met already was, as always, a pleasure, and meeting new people was great too! :)
( Devil_In_Tights the *real* DiT!, Sun 24 Aug 2008, 12:51, Reply)