Absolutely pissing down with rain outside. I’ve moved into the pub for the
afternoon. Usually, I get out of town on this Bank Holiday Monday — the
Southend Air Show concludes today, and that means traffic horror and the
noise of shitty old planes trying not to drop in the river. But I knew the
shitty weather was coming, and, lo and behold, not a car on the street, and
no sign of a plane. Hell, even the crackheads at the phone box have gone
There’s a mentally handicapped woman in the corner trying to breathe
through her cigarette. It is horrible.
Five hours on my own. Time to think.