Saturday, August 23, 2003

Channeling Frank the Rabbit

Gloucester Road. Cafe Deco. Hyde Park. Fish and chips and Guinness. Last goodbyes and I'm almost gone. Looking forward to the flight home even more now — a dirty little Miggy tells me in an email that she and Jono joined the Mile High Club on the way to Sweden. Cramped bathroom sex must be hot.

Channeling Frank the Rabbit: "Seventeen hours, eight minutes, and forty-two seconds." No falling plane engines.