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TigerTiger
I’ll add the photos later
Clarance has this habit of articulating things that he sees, as if they don’t even pass through his mind. We’d see a cat and he’d say “cat”, and I’d say “yes Clarance, a cat”. “British Cat.” he’d say.
London probably isn’t much different from home. We’ve got cats at home, we’ve got streets and clubs and beer and ferris wheels at home as well. It’s just that we’re in fucking london so it’s that much more awesome.
We did a bunch today. We did this and that. We met a guy who’s been camping out in front of parliament for the past eight years, protesting the Iraq war. I asked him about Brown and how he’s planning on withdrawing the troops, he said it didn’t matter, he said something like “They’re taking them out of Iraq and putting them in Afghanistan, you think it’s any different? (unnamed politician) said he’d bring down the news to come and talk to me the other day, but he never showed up, he’s too unpopular already, they’re all chicken shit.”
Then we got drunk at this club called ‘sound’ or something, then we didn’t get into this club called ‘tigertiger’, then we came back to the hostel at 1, and now I’m typing this up while watching Alpha Dog, which is an awesome film.
