Escape!

Just time to tell you that I got my new passport and managed to escape "Inbred Mutant City" (Peterborough) without any injury or mental illness.

When you have four hours to kill in a shopping center, you get to see what the "real" inhabitants of the locallity are like.

Overbiting slobs who got pregnant at 15 to the local "future mental care order" kid with the wet grin, no school exam passes and slight bum fluff moustache.

I was only glad that my iPod and tin foil hat was there to shield my brain from the "mongoloid transmitter" cunningly hidden in the area of Floor 4 of the multi-story car park.

Then again, it could have been my lack of sleep, anxiety and the sudden influx of "Grande Mocha's" that skewed my view of things there.