Fucking weather. After meeting up with Jackie in Canterbury and having a lovely 2+ hour long meal at a Lebanese resteraunt (Complete with belly dancer and young women throwing water over our hands) and then not meeting up with Monz & Co because we were very tired and didn't have the energy to walk around the city all night looking in Curry Houses for them, I made my way back home in the most foul of weather, and I couldn't be bothered to put on my waterproof leggings so I've got home soaked. Oh, and I forgot to do up the pocket with my wallet and fags in on my jacket so I now have one very large John Player Special instead of a lovely twenty pack. Fuckit.
