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Dreadful Nonsense

"I've read your blog. it's really funny. you should write a column." - Jon Ronson

I'm sitting in an internet place (it's not a cafe, there's no food at all being served) in London, trying to avoid the rain that I've so successfully walked through for the past 20 minutes that really sitting in an internet place with a soaking wet jacket really isn't the best decision I could have made. But privately owned internet places - aren't they the creepiest places in the world? When we were in France myself and Susan took to frequenting these kind of establishments regularly, because we're internet geeks and can't go more than about 28 hours (that's a scientific measurement and fact) without logging on. Otherwise we start to cry, you see.

But this place - it's icky for reasons I can't quite establish. Could be the bad purple walls, or the weird sea shell hangings they have around the windows.

Or it could be the man at the desk who's been staring at me for the last ten minutes without blinking.

I might go.

(London ROCKS.)

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