Glamorous

The Traveller was in town looking for houses to buy in Kensington and Tuebrook as an investment. It has been a while since we had been out so I acted as a tour guide for the city and as I am already an 08 ambassador it was a role I felt very comfortable with.

We had not met since we crashed a party on the HMS Belfast on the Thames and as the only ships in dock in Liverpool were cargo ships we decided to stayed on land. I thought T would feel at home in Newz which is so funky if you are into porn set styled, Hollyoaks star filled, city centre bars. Over drinks T tried to persuade me so move down to London and as T is well connected could give a head start looking for a move up. Given that FACT is already down there it is one to think about.

Anyway, a good night and in ended with something I did not see coming. I never saw T as that kind of person. But T knows about poetry so at the end of the night we free styled our favourites back and forth. Very unexpected.

I saw T off this morning. T fears the car a mate lent may not make it all the way back as it was leaking more oil than the Exxon Valdez. Looking at the pool of oil left on the road he may be right.