london. a city that is world famous. even if you dont know where exactly it is you must have herd of it, even if your from some third world litter clogged, disease breading cesspool back ally ..... but that could be any street in london itself i guess.

Today, not unlike any other day in this shit hole, has shown me that getting out of here is by far the best thing to do. Simple things people take for granted in Australia and what I though any developed country like sending a letter wouldn’t be that hard. But yet again after having to chase four missing packages over the last 12 months thanks to the pathetic postal service here, just the act of sending a letter is impossible. As soon I walk in the door people are sending me to the wrong service desks, then when I get to the right one and make the vegetable behind the counter understand I just want an express letter to A .U. S .T. R. A. L. I. A. the stupid fuck tells me ill have to rejoin the queue, which was fucking long, after I fill out the letter. I was pissed off by then but when I found there was no pen in the whole place amongst the broken and dirty furniture I left screaming to the staff they could go fuck them selves.

To calm down I decided to go shop for food instead. I tried this yesterday at the largest food chain nearby, Morrisons. Any shop here has very few choices at the best of times, you get the budget version and the average version. No multi brands of stuff here.

Yesterday half the shelves were empty.

Today, the same shelves are empty.

The decision has to be made weather to catch two buses to the next shopping centre or live off dirty fried chicken(available from the corner shop) for the next week or stab the nearest person in a berserk rage and have my food brought to me three times a day while behind bars…..

At this point I do not want to stay here any longer than I have to and Im too pissed off to catch a bus full of drug addicts. So its chicken all the way.

One thing I do have something to smile about is work. I quit last Friday night, but forgot to tell anyone. A couple of people asked why I was taking my tools home so I passed them off saying I had to work on my bike. Then come Monday I get all these calls from work but I was to comfortable in front of the tv to answer. you cant interrupt a three hour marathon of mythbusters!  These arseholes wanted me to hang around while they gave everyone at work a half hour ‘training’ session on the welder. I was told it was just in case I wasn’t there, someone could do the welding. however as management have continually lied to me for the last 12 months I wasn’t going to wait round and find out that they would eventually get rid of me. I did feel it was funny that the management think it only takes half an hour to become a competent welder. It would explain why they thought I was expendable and that would explain why I stole everything that wasn’t bolted down!

Its Tuesday now, and there still calling me. Haha wankers!

I Hate You All!