Day 1

at the airport now. Manchester is a big, proper airport. Keep seeing this random girl from Leeds around, must be five times now. If i see her again, i’ll be convinced i’ve got a stalker. Now, i just have to sit around and not sleep till i’m on the plane. Drinking beer at 8am is strangely acceptable, perhaps because my body clock appears to be flashing 12:00 right now.

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