oh, on the way back i managed to FUCKING SLIP OVER ON FUCKING WESTBOURNE ROAD ON TO MY ARSE.

this, despite the fact that they actually had managed to sweep most of the pavement clean of those loveable leafy deathtraps that usually litters it. however, deep in thought over how bored i am, i managed to step on the square inch of the pavement still covered in wet leaves and promptly fell over like a spaz.

luckily a nice pedestrian was ther eto help me get back up. oh, did i say pedestrian? sorry, i meant half of fucking lancaster appeared to be on westbourne road at that point in order to watch karma fuck me about.