Woke up to a fucking puncture! Brutal. Didn't even hit the road until 10.30 due to more coffee and fags following the trauma of my first puncture. Anyway no panic because I was still in Lincoinshire (flattest county ever) and it was still sunny. Sometimes I think its not the best that its constantly flat and sunny at the moment because, lets be honest, that ain't going to last then I'll be gutted. But maybe I should just enjoy it while it lasts.
Got a haircut today, oh the excitement! The barbers shop in the wee village I stopped at looked slightly concrned when I sat in the waiting area but they shaved it nonetheless. Not very well mind you, went for a shower at the hostel and shit loads of the long stuff fell out! I wonder how long until I have nothing left....
This ended up being 'the day of the racist banter'. Met two guys at the hostel. One a fisherman from the Channel Islands and one a landscape gardener from Lincoin. Ended up in bed at 9.30! Cunts.
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ended up in bed with the fisherman and the gardener i hope
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