Once again, I woke up in the middle of the night, but this time without assistance from the fire alarm.The alarm came from my poor, abused stomach. It felt like two angry cats were fighting in my belly, thanks to that questionable street meat. Unfortunately, death didn’t come to...
WEEE-OOOOOOP!! WEE-OOOOOOP!! WEE-OOOOOOOP!! Whaa?? Half asleep, I tried to focus on the clock next to the bed. 5AM? What the fuck?? Then it dawned on me. The fire alarm. Again. But 5AM is too early for Shroder to be in the shower, so what the hell? Ignoring this intrusion, I rolled over...
Once again, Blogger. com has let me down. I wrote a very long ‘Manchester Day Two’ blog, tried to post it, and got an ‘error 500’ message. Whatever that error is, it’s so serious that Blogger.com even notifies an engineer! Then I tried to go back so I could...
After a much needed nap in what was possibly the most comfortable bed ever, I tried Abi’s room again. Finally, he answered, telling me that when I called, he was sound asleep. I told him about Shroder’s shower setting off the fire alarm. He said he’d heard the alarm, but...
After my five and a half/seven hour flight to Manchester, it was a quick ten minute ride to the Copthorne hotel. My main objective for the day was to get my cell phone unlocked, allowing me to use a UK SIM card, which is cheaper than using Cingular. Coming across Guinness would just be a...