So,a little less gloom from me. I'm currently living with Ben, Sam's brother for a week or so just off Baker Street, which is an amazing little area, albeit slightly touristy..nonetheless, I'm feeling good vibes in this place and the cushions I slept on last night were of a decent thickness. Going to bed absolutely knackered and somewhat drunk made it that much easier...we had a very pleasant dinner followed by post-dinner cocktails in Angel with Ben's 2 Singaporean friends who were pretty cool and easy to get along with. I must admit that I was taken aback by how smoothly the evening went....I went along somewhat cynical and ready to spend all night talking about NS and the like..to my surprise, the topics of conversation were extremely wide-ranging, from the beautification of the bodies of African tribesmen to Oil prices. As Edwin (the Sporean bloke) told me, what's the point in flying 10,000 km to only hang around with other sporeans? My sentiments exactly. After this, we went to meet Neelesh and gang in Soho in this little place called "PUSH Bar"...the music was fairly funky with this man playing his sax and the various djs spinning an eclectic mix of music, ranging from drum and bass to funk and soul. We then proceeded to some shisha bar filled with drunk english birds shaking their thing on the table tops......twas so good to see Londoners still in the mood to party and carry on with life after the events of thursday. Anyhoo,after the shisha bar, Ben and I walked for a good 20 minutes at least back to his place and slept like the dead...I woke up with a sore head,throat and a fuzzy head....nonetheless, I am pleased......I am alive and that is enough for me.