Boredom at home I decided to venture out, I recorded my trip and here are the results.

Shot on my phone / halfway thru editing realized I can't actually speak English so decided to add subtitles.

Google image: I was ready and willing for an outing
but not a gun aimed at me.

I needed a social call out; I'd been hibernating in my room again for the last two days. It'd been an edifying solitude, by way of mental convalescence, whereby through films, TV shows and books I was both reprieved from my strenuous worries and nourished my esteem. I'd built it up to the point where when...

Despite myself I made it on time, 8am sharp, and considering we weren't being paid that was an achievement.

Awkward Moment One:
Characters: Benny, Actor 1, 2 and me. Location: Back of a taxi cab.

I felt it with the demoralising pang of recognition. My old playground emotions flushed in me one more time for old time sakes.

They were enthralled in conversation, the dynamic type, it was inventive spontaneous, boisterous, you had to volumize above...

The original plan had been for a bargain hunting trip to London in the opportune aftermath of seasonal festivities. We'd catch-up on old times whilst with eagle-eye sensitivity scour the overstocks for prized items at wallet friendly prices. But London Zoo proved a worthy consolatory spot for reminiscing.

I was at ease from the outset, not plagued by my usual bothersome...

Choose a social life. Choose clubs. Choose partying. Choose Facebook to keep track of your drunken shenanigans with unscrupulous **** wits. Choose manage trois with french sluts and the STI tests. Choose nappy-ing the 2.5 kids. Choose expensive fashion looks so you can fit in. Choose making tea and the mandatory sucking off's to get at your ambition. Choose a sport so the louts can shout your name. Choose a gym and a trainer on steroids. Choose gigs, trips to the sea and other places to be seen,...