Isn’t it weird that every journey somehow always begins in Whitechapel,

takes me through The Mall

and ends in Singapore. I must have some sort of built in autopilot.

Funnily enough, the lady at Dixon’s wished me a safe journey and didn’t understand that it wasn’t up to me, as I wan’t going to fly the bloody plane.

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