The coach journey started off very well, and we reached London bang on time. London freaked me out. I was there for two hours and it was horrible. Bloody awful. I hate the place. London is a cunt. I was so rattled when we arrived there that I left my cap on the coach. Luckily I got it back when the coach re-appeared an hour later.
It took ages to get out of London because of the traffic, and it was traffic, traffic, traffic on the motorway too. We seemed to spend as much time stationary as moving. I hate being cooped up with so many people. It really puts my nerves on edge. The coach driver was very good, and I reached my destination only twenty minutes late.
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