Back… From the British Isle…

Back… From the British Isle…

Who could have guessed that the weather in London would be this sunny and that even the Hackney folk would be giddy and full of glee. That even the old whores would smile, stray dogs be waging their tales like mad and the lousy restaurants actually served a decent plate of food and not be populated by mere gimps and hustlers. And even the old women with faces like seasoned wrestlers playing some simple card game and smoking their cigar stubs in a worn down pub welcomed and were willing to share their beer. Aah yes, London. No dull depressant, but a bright, sweet, colorful confection that intoxicates and delights and tells tall tales of parties and passion rather than pessimism and despair…

“Anything to declare?” “Yeah, go to England…”