Arse. It’s 1 degree colder now. And the guy to my left is beyond torture in his use of the information super porn-way. He is brazen and unashamed now. In fact, he’s just printed out a few things out, and rushed outside. But he’s been replaced by another teenage surfer of the world-wide-wank. Shite. It’s […]
Not managed to brave icy cold real world outside of internet yet. The chap next to me is looking furtively at ‘Teen Heaven’ or somesuch site. Every time I stop typing, he closes the window on his latest photo. I think I’ll stay another 5 minutes and torture the little chap. Useless fact of the
Challenges for the day: Find japes and high-jinks in a nightspot in Irkutsk. Try to figure out where I dropped off my camera film. Pluck up courage to leave the nice warm internet cafe, and peg it over to the hotel to get into my glad-rag for early evening action and adventure. Feeling of the
