just spent half an hour walking around the (massive) Heathrow departure lounge/shopping centre looking for somewhere to buy batteries and disposible razors. Got some funny looks asking a customer service lady where to buy blades..won't be doing that again.
Wasting £1.50 on 15 minutes internet access is a fantastic way to escape Terminal 5. But it's actually very nice, very grey, lovely vibe. Don't believe the negative press. Saw a couple of smelly travellers with big backpacks at the check-in desks. Felt a very warm bond between us, but got nothing back. Maybe i'll try something more assertive when i stink as well..
Boring still-in-England first blog over! woop de doo xxx
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