Monopoly

 London

Lost: one towel (from my childhood)
Foreign Affairs
SMH crosswords (half complete)

Found: 1 kilogram


Having arrived in the heart of London via the underground to Kings Cross Station, taken a chance on the first street I saw, Euston Road, and then taken a turn onto Pentonville Road, the most natural thing to do (it seemed to me) was to go directly to jail. I asked directions from a passer-by, who advised that The Clink, an ex-19th Century prison and now happening youth hostel, was within eyesight.

I checked in, stowed my luggage, and then went in search of the internet. Instead, I found a refreshing guinness, which doubled as a portal to the net, as the publican gave me the password to the wifi network. London is a lovely place for a budding alcoholic.

I should also note here that Qantas did me a great service by delaying my first flight by about five hours, meaning that I missed my eleven hour stopover in the infamous Delhi Airport and a five hour stopover in Singapore and took a two hour stopover in Frankfurt instead. While the middle-aged man sitting behind me could not believe how far the once-great company of Qantas had fallen and threatened to all who cared to listen (and a great many that didn’t) that Alan Jones would be hearing about the incident, I couldn’t have been more pleased.

So here I am, alive, and will try to continue popping in to give updates here on the blogosphere for the next 9 months. Essentially, I expect the majority of you to drop in periodically to note the last time I was definitely alive, before getting back to your own lives. I will also respond to emails, as ever, and will be on skype under the name michael_david_peters whenever possible and by request. I will also note any phone numbers that I will be available on, where I intend to be etc., here.

Early thanks go to Natalie and Grandma, who together bought me a great backpack, which is alot more appropriate than the rucksack sort of thing that I was planning on using. Also thanks to Pat Schneider who generously donated his copy of The Brothers Karamazov, which will ensure that I never have nothing to do in the next 6 years.

Best wishes,

Michael