5:30 a.m. UK time is 6:30 continental time. But, the 6:30 Stanstead train still leaves at 6:30 UK time. There was no consoling the German tourist who'd arrived unnecessarily early. The platform attendant tried to explain that the tourist would have to wait an hour or board the 5:30 south, get off at Bishop Storford and cross to the northbound Stanstead. "ACH!" exclaimed the tourist, "You-ur trains never run on time." — Now, the platform agent had been holding the train for the tourist to make up her mind: would she go or wait. Like clockwork, a voice from the train yelled out, "That is why we want out of fucking Europe."
#ContinentalDriftIsATheory
Floored
Max's 2 a.m. zombie, er, uh, city walkie did not disappoint. Following a fellow who had a rough time staggering from the kebab shop cradling his chips while trying to light a joint. A few steps on, the chips were 'floored'. The young man giggled, finally bringing his lighter to the joint's end. Then a toke brought vomit up against a storefront.
— Free chips & vomit! All because neither of us could sleep.
Nye
This is how the Zombie Apocalypse begins. — 6 a.m. dog walk.
Alarm goes off at the funeral home.
Police roll up to investigate. No sign of break in.
Low, rumbling growl can be heard within.
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