Decay.

I spent a good 10 minutes in a public toilet today. And I can safely say, that it has been the thrill of my holiday.

On a serious note, I found myself left stranded in the filthy gutters of Truro today, waiting for a train which, well, I won't skivvy around the fact that it wasn't going to arrive.
Later, in Falmouth, I get my lazy ass out of the house for a skate with the lads. It was hot and, like children, we had failed to save money for drinks, instead swaddling what little pennies we had on chocolate fudge brownie milkshake. Our manhood(s) took a beating as a much better, more professional skater turned up at 'our spot' and put us all to shame like the rodents we are.
Later, Josh rings me up all like ;
"Luke want to go for a skate?"
"We went out like an hour ago for ages"
"I'm in Boslovik"
"*Deep breath* I'll be out in a minute"

After nearly breaking my ankle and some of the worst skating I have ever witnessed I returned home, not unlike a child that has been beaten for stealing.