On Friday I woke up in Brixby London at 7am and went to Dover. Had a good time in the city, shared a cab with two groups when the tour bus disappeared, saw a castle, had my runes read and was entertained by a beautiful young lady for a couple hours. That’s the way it goes. That night I went back to London to catch a bus to Paris, which passed thru the Dover Ferry at 2am. This is funny.