Written on 19 March 2019
Pete!?!?
Okay, feel teensy bet bitter, though bleeding alot from head. This car sure is smoky. Vomit, now, vomit all over my, over my, what happened to my troosers? He, troosers. I'm Scottish. I don't wear troosers. Actually, am I? Plus, still kiltless. The smoke is still well smokey, and I'm now a bit confused. Wasn't I just in a car with Gretchin? Where is she? Is she safe? Where's me troosers? Did she take them.
So, usher, what happens now?
Probs get out.
Not sure it's safe here.
Plus I need to Ush.
Door is hanging off anyway. Heh, who's car is this? Why are the doors hanging off?
Should probably get away from the smokey. First, another little vomit. Hehe, just puked on a dead pheasant. Actually, that's gross. Maggots. Further vomiting.
Okay, now walk walk walk. Have a feeling I could be in trouble. Blood all over my shirt. Hopefully not too late. Just walk until you see a sign.
BOOM
Jeez, what on earth was that? It's well smokey again. Why am I on the ground? Ah well, just get up. Keep walking. You usher, and usher can't be late.
Is that a balloon? White balloon on sign. Hotel. Tim! Tim and Kat. Kattttt. I'm gonna make it. Although, where's me troosers? Legs are bleeding. Blood not wedding colour. Ah well. I'll make it. Hotel Tim Kat. Good name. Hotel Timcat.