A strange if not exciting day, it began earlier than I would have liked with the usual sound of blokes moving about the room and stirring to their exciting new days in London. I never understand how anyone can be comfortable or live in hostels for extended periods of time as I have known some to do. At any rate I was roused by the moving of various people and lay awake thinking for some time. Eventually I got up and opened my bag and grew excited at the prospect of wearing warm and more importantly clean clothing, loads of which lay inside. I then got dressed, and realised that Marc, who was still sleeping, and I were the only ones who remained in the room. After a bit of consideration, I told Marc to wake up or we would miss breakfast, as it was a bit later in the day. We ended up missing it anyway, as he sought to sleep more first then take a shower. After we both cleaned up, by the shower, we went to Café Nero, where we looked at some funny things on the internet and checked mail and the like. When we did finish there, we walked back to the hostel to drop Marc’s computer off and then we continued further up to the Portobello Market, where we stopped at Saint’s Tattoo Parlour, and inquired about the tattoo I want to get. The bloke said it would be £89.00, which was too steep for me, and nearly £50.00 more than he had originally told me, for the same thing, or roughly the same thing at any rate.
(This is where the original entry ended, any updates made hereafter are purely from long term memory much later, and likely with far less accuracy to the actual events transpiring at those times than normal.)