Computer Says "No"!
Leaving London feels like I've left civilisation and commonsense behind, floating away down the Thames. Since I've been "back home" a wealth of experiences has told my instincts that, actually, London is where I want to be. First of all there is the ridiculous little episode in Tesco in the centre of town. I would like you to picture the scene please. I went to Tesco with Mum, to help buy goods/carry the bags/be a great son. While there, and while walking past the beer isle I decided it would be a good idea to buy myself that six pack I promised my girlfriend. Yes, it was six pack of Budweiser, but there was no small print in the original "by the end of summer I will have a six pack" agreement, and "six pack" could mean anything ! Anyway, since I was with Mum (a respectable, tax paying adult) and since we were buying ingredients for dinner and obviously weren't going to a rave, I thought that the lack of ID would be explainable and that being s...