Utterly and thoroughly bored. It’s Saturday night and I’m currently holed up in an abandoned tent somewhere in the woods in Bournemouth. It’s not waterproof so I will probably get soaked (it’s just started to rain - joy) but at least I won’t be cold tonight. I can cope with being wet as long as the temperature doesn’t drop too badly.
I don’t think it’s gonna be raining for too long, to be honest, but I’m past caring either way.
I found three unopened bottles of wine earlier, which was something of a bonus. I’ll be drinking them shortly. If there’s one thing I’ve learned it’s that life is boring as Hell unless you have video games or alcohol. I no longer have video games. I have a fucking shitload of booze. Ya take what ya can get.
So I ended up back in Salisbury. It is, now, obviously, Tuesday. I have a sleeping bag and a medium sized rucksack so I’m not out of the game just yet. I’m attempting to get to Brighton, because it’s just about the only fucking place that makes sense right now. If you have any other, better, suggestions, do let me know.
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