I am here , we'll am always here but here, here in the us!
At 90c with this hot bright thing in the sky, I asked some one what it was he mumbled about Australian loons and wondered off.
The heat plays havoc with my dripping sandwidge stock it is a good job I have warped them up in greaseproof paper I may have to start eating the local food. I am not keen, non of the vegetables look Gray you can have cheese on anything, all the fruit looks like it is made from plastic, shine and all the same.
They have security guards at some posh dining "experience" places, some one needs a chat with one, he whispered to me the place is crap and pointed out a fantastic Mexican street vender up the road who was a lot better, he even pushed me most of the way over to it.
The electric plugs look odd but with a bit of determination I managed to plug my phone charger in, you would think with it being so hot they would be able to open the window! The black mark soon wiped of the wall and they got the electric back on very fast.
The FBI are here for all the bikers I think They think they are under cover but they might as well have a brass band following them with a chap shouting make way for the FBI.
The local who stand near the bus stop at the end of town says I am "rad man" he has lots of friends and they must be in some club to do with maths, some one comes up and says " you got a eighth man" then he give them a number. It hardly ever rains here so all the people have there furniture out side the house, they keep wanting to hang things up.
Today when having a not sit down I had my under pant showing as with loosing 4" of my waist my short are at half mast it must have set a trend of as I keep seeing lads copying me.