My Date From Hell: London.

After I left my job working in peace and conflict resolution management in border schools in the Irish Republic, I moved back to Worcestershire where I found a perfect little house sharing with two others surrounded by fields with the Malvern Hills in the background. One of my roommates was an Australian girl who thought that Egypt was in Europe. It was fantastic but the work was miserable and dreary, and it was impossible to …

…waiting for me and found someone else. But this guy looked like he was a Greenpeace protester who had missed the boat and was tuck on the Murora Atoll when the French were blasting away with A-bombs, which was how Godzilla was created. I made my excuses and left. It was so incredibly bad that I laughed. I couldn't help it. I laughed all the way back to Guildford on my bicycle in the rain.