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Is what another old timer Philly cool cat said to me as I stumbled on down 11th Street this morning.

I’ve not been having such a good day, though things started to look up when one of the worst hangovers (not fun with a 65 litre bag on your back, I reckon I’ve squeezed 80 in too) I’ve ever had in my meager 26 years went.

I went out with those lads from the Lakes which was a mistake as they were tits. That’s a bit harsh, 1 was a tit and the other was just blander than a bottle of evian.

The guy I didn’t like was your stereotypical rugger playing, soggy biscuit fan, moob sporting, banal merchant, student. Idiot wind every time he moved his mouth. A tit in short and everything I detest personified. The student bar we were in was sh*te too, full of frat. and soriety types.

The twonk I was with insisted on entering the American centric pub quiz. I did get this one though: Name 2 movies Scorcese has used The Stones ‘Gimme Shelter’ in.

I did the obligatory run up the Rocky steps (which was knackering as I had a 40 block and 2 hour walk to get there) outside Philly’s Museum of Art before the night took it’s sour turn, so that was coolio. Yo Philly!

My last memory is of playing pool (and winning) with the hostel desk guy. 3 short hours later I awoke from my slumber.

Things then started looking down again. The Greyhound setup is a right joke, I didn’t get a bus until about 4 and I was there from 11. I missed 2 buses, well, not exactly missed them, they were full! The next one wasn’t due until 10 tonight and you have to queue all the while to get on it. Sod’s law I was 1 seat off getting the last one. I let these cowboys know I wasn’t happy. There was talk of them laying an extra bus on which praise Rolf was the one I got at 4. I was sat next to Samuel Jackson’s pop, at least what I’d imagine Samuel L Jackson’s auld fella to be like anyway. There were some crazy mofos on that there bus!

Now I’m finally in DC all I’m going to see tonight is some serious Zs (that’s Z with a zee, I’m in America don’t you know). I’ve got bigger bags than Paris Hilton.

Apologies for the whingeafon, those who know me well will know that I’m of a naturally grumpy disposition. Also, I’m an Englishman and it is my right to complain. Also also, it is my right to queue in a civilised (my iPhone keeps trying to change this to civilized, not this day sucka) fashion and I will excercise this right fully.

Over and out readers, over and out.

PS ‘The Departed’ and ‘Casino’