it's against the law in Chicago to eat in a place that is on fire.

brilliant news, isn't it?

probably it's the most news you'll get from my end, as I plainly have nothing incredibly spectatular to report. I'm back home for three fabulous months full of summer sun, waiting tips, and party binging. And I damn well look forward to it. Apart from that I'm a teensy bit stressed about my driving license, I've only just started the theoretical bit but I somehow seem to be too stupid to get the hang of all the technical crap... well, I suppose whining about it won't help much (sadly! because whining about random issues has gotten my fancy ) and thus the next few weeks will be studious. I hope.

London was brill' and we had tons of fun; went crazy in Primark, H&M, Topshop (with the swine flu news all around us) and a ton of other fabulous stores... At night we ventured around Camden Town which really isn't so nice when it's dark and deserted. Dancing around the tube stations at night was lovely anyhow and therefore the trip was a BLAST.
(I am deliberately skipping the issue of my last exam and will merely disclose that it was OKAY but not great.)

Since then there's not been much happening. Tobi's birthday (and a load of Captain Morgan ), random ciders in the local Irish pub and plentiful messages today from my one and only girlfriend Sara. I miss you, my lovely, I miss you so much. Your Spinning Lady needs you. United Dramaqueens need you. MAIL ME when you can.

Before I leave I shall amaze you with another fantastic fact, this time about... chickens.

The longest recorded flight of a chicken is thirteen seconds.