London Calling

Although in hindsight I really wish it hadn't bothered. So, went over to London on my way to Thailand to see my lady friend. Instead of the mix of passion and romance I was expecting, I instead spent the weekend running errands, watching her sleep and listening to her endless whinging about absolutely everything in London. A constantly changing goalpost meant nothing was up to scratch and to top it all off I then had to listen to what an insensitive bastard I was. Nice. For example she told me for 3 weeks straight how she really needed to be hugged and when I tried she threw me a look look like I was a Bosnian war criminal. And to be honest I could have forgiven all of that if a) she hadn't invited me over in the first place and b) she had once said 'good to see you', 'nice to have you here', or indeed anything that wasn't an attack on the personality she had found so endearing the last 3 months. The final straw came when she made a few horrible remarks about the sort of person she thinks I am, i.e. an annoying, condescending bully, and I knew that it was way past time I hit the road. And it was still the hardest thing I ever had to do.
So packed my bags, took what was left of my dignity, stormed out and went and stayed with some mates on the other side of London, where I received more affection from a cat than from the girl I'd been dating. Not having thought my storming off through, I left a load of stuff behind, which ended up costing me just over a hundred pounds to get back, in travel and missed flights. A fitting end to what can only be described as the worst weekend of my entire life. Not the most auspicious start to my latest adventure, but at least I was on my way...