Dear Diary,
Well, I made it in the nick of time, hoofing five miles through a maze of streets and hills. I'm about to walk back, having finished attending the talk. I opted to go to the Art History lecture, and although I was up late gassing to Conan last night, so kept nodding off, snoring, an having to wake myself up continuously; t'was however a fascinating lecture indeed. Today hath been very worthwhile methinks.
Now it's back to base and the money I saved on fares (for walking) will be put to good use, all of two bottles of brew, then there's the gig to get to. Uh-oh. I'd better go. I'm in a field of bulls opposite the Uni'. Better scarper, sharpish! (Quick! Let's Get Out of Here! Quinten Blake, my favourite book as a child).
Very much On the Flex,
Maximus.
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