Close Calls

Fighting is not my kind of thing. It's not a good time. Let me set the plot.
We were at Walkabout, a church turned club off of Cambridge Circus. After getting over the fact that I just paid the equivalent of a $16 cover charge and $6 for each drink there after, I got drunk enough to forget about the money and have a good time.
2:30: I was dancing with 6 girls of which a parade of random foreign men were staring and attempting to touch in inappropriate ways.

You know, I do not feel like explaining this in detail. There is a large brown man somewhere in London that wants to hurt me. I think he had drunk enough Snakebites to cloud his memory enough to forget my face.

Being the pompous narcissist that I am, I believe that I do not make many mistakes in my daily life. That said, I can proudly admit I should not have started a fight in a foreign country with a 6'4" Islander, I estimate this guy had a good 35 lbs on me. Mistake.

On a lighter note, I was hit on by a French man. At least, I think so, language was a barrier. I made out the line about having a cigarette. After I told him I don't smoke, he smiled and whispered something in my ear. The only thing I could think to do was back up and say 'no' repeatedly. This technique has almost no flaw, except if the man is asking "You don't mind being my bitch tonight?"... In the end, there won't be a Lifetime story on the first straight male to be druged and raped.

Darren came to visit this weekend. He's 'studying about an hour to the west in Oxford'. How do you say that with out sounding ostentatious? If you think of something let me know and I'll relay it to my good friend. If it were me, I would raise my voice so that all can hear, and stick out my chest so that everyone can see my bowtie.
Great times

Week one has passed.
I haven't shaved in 5 days, I look as Arab as ever.
Some pictures are posted on Facebook.

I'm changing this section to 'London Culture'. I think this is more appropriate due to the abundance of foreigners in this city.

London Culture:
Gettin’ Jiggy Wit It is still a hit.
Shots are small.
I think the Indian population is Britain's answer to our prized Mexicans.
That explains the abundance of curry and absence of black beans at every grocery store in
this fucking city.
Scotland has a problem with 11-year-old heroin addicts.