It was cold and rainy when I got lost on your streets, tonight.
It would have been totally cool...except I was humping a huge backpack, and I had just endured a bunch of delayed-flight-bullshit from Easyjet.
It's not that I didn't recognize your beauty...it's just that I just wasn't really in the mood to appreciate it today. I'm sorry. I promise I'll be better tomorrow. I did eventually make it to my hostel, and I'm having a wonderful time, now.
Anyway...sorry I got bitchy. It's just that I was tired and hungry. And cold. And it was raining.
Looking forward to seeing more of you tomorrow,
Jim
P.S: You have to admit...a few more street signs wouldn't kill you. Just sayin'....
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Are ye as much a Robert Louis Stevenson follower as ye are for the likes of Conan Doyle and Dickens? That flannel lunged bastard was always one me favourites. If you come acros anything remotely connected with him - besides the entire fooking city - be sure to raise a glass of cheer on my behalf in his honour.
hoot
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