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It started with a pub. Dirty Dicks near Liverpool St. We played on the quiz machine a lot, but even my vast to minimal knowledge of Wales wasn't enough to know that Mil is a Welsh male name. That woman on the left was moving so fast that I was barely able to capture her. On CCTV she would be little more than a blur.


Text Book Kingcanary, always pretending to be making sweet love to an invisible woman from behind.


Look at me! I'm saying something funny. I wonder what it was, maybe it was a pun. Rocko and Themanwhofellasleep seem amused, it must have been a very long and clever pun.


Deatho and 1axe spent a long time arguing over who would win in a fight. Deatho is larger, but 1axe had more heart and a greater desire to win. You decide, leave your vote at the bottom of the page.


Darkness took her hold of the sky and we decided now was the time to leave the pub. One group wanted to walk to 1axe and Rocko's house, the other wanted to get the bus. Despite my power in several houses of parliament and congress, my one vote was not enough to get people marching.


Oooh, Helium. If only we had some balloons, we'd make a small fortune.


This is the bus we got on. I was delighted to learn that my day travelcard thing could also be used on buses. Bow Church, my friend Richard is probably some sort of priest or worshipper of such a thing. I hope that he appreciates getting a shameless plug in this journal, after all he did recently declare one of my journals rubbish and demanded that it be deleted.


Despite our desparate pleas to sit down and behave, Coop decided to dance like a robot for everyone to see.


Look at that man. It's like he's sitting next to me, but he's on another bus. It's complete madness. When he looked into my eyes we had a moment.


Themanwhofellasleep bought a cone of chips, a term he had never heard before. Oh, these London types and their sheltered lives. £1.80.


I had a wooden fork behind my ear, because I hadn't washed my hands after urinating (even London skips don't come with hand washing facicilties) Themanwhofellasleep wouldn't let me eat his chips without the fork. Little did he know that I had snuck into the chip shop three nights prior and pissed over all of the potatos, oil and staff.


Deatho McEatspizza was eating some Pizza. We were at the house now, by the way.


Those who had only come because they were expecting an orgy were not left disappointed.


Christ, that man is cool.


Chaino decided to put on the most low budget puppet show I had ever seen. It was gritty story about a Cigarette's downward spiral after his girlfriend died of a heroin overdose. Many of us were moved to tears.


If you're wondering what Chaino has between his Northern Irish hands, the answer is spider or spiders.


Themanwhofellasleep was feeling tired, so he signed some books, but it did nothing to make him feel more awake. If only he hadn't dropped the pint that I poured the speed into.


So he shook some hands and fled into the night.


Cooper King? More like Cooler King. On a serious note, I do not approve of his smoking.


To prove to 1axe that he was no man to mess with, Deatho broke Burt's phone.


If I lived in London I'd eat there every night.


See that spot where Burt is standing? I felt the best joke ever on that spot.


It was agreed that we should go back to Burt's to watch the Mighty Boosh, if only because my Welsh Passport wasn't good enough to sleep in a Welsh bed. Kingcanary was caught by surprise by the flash on my camera. I can only assume that he thought I was trying to wipe his memory. Chaino had obviously seen Men In Black.


Believe it or not, Burt had made his hand look like a gun and was pretending to shoot things out of the window. The taxi driver asked how much the woman on the phone had quoted the fare, and he explained that there was some sort of special "you're wearing shoes" tax and added 50% to the fare.


Food time. Mugs were stolen from behind the counter.


And PSPs were stolen from 1axe's house by "mistake".


A literal bag of chips! Never in all my days did I imagine that at 3.30am on Sunday the 24th of September 2006 I would be in London eating chips out of a brown paper bag.


Burt's neighbours are far too trusting. If this was Swansea, those shoes would have been stripped down and sold for parts just minutes after being put down, maybe even before.


Look away, you'll see his password. Damn, now we all know how to get into his flat; the old key turn.


Thank god Themanwhofellasleep didn't come back. Can you imagine how awkward it would have been if he had seen that Burt had a picture of him on his fridge?


Remind me to get him some Head and Shoulders for Christmas. His mirror was covered in dandruff.


Ah, the Mighty Boosh. The Old Gregg episode. For no reason at all I will bring up Becci, the girl who used to love me. She loves the song that the moon sings in this scene. Ah the memories. We went to see the Mighty Boosh live on the 18th of March. Happy times. Then on the 19th I found out she was seeing someone else. Sad times. I suppose I should end this journal with something a bit more uplifting. But I won't.