Well that was fun!

I'mma write out this article. But first,

Lemme take a selfie


The chill guy on the left is Latrion, whilst the cool dude to the right is yours truly. Note how the one on the left is rocking an awesome neck chain thing, whereas I've just got a neck which doesn't have discernible start or finish. I say cool and chill, but I'll be honest, the weather was absolutely ROASTING. Being from the north, the warmest thing I'd ever experienced before was a freshly-cooked pastie. This was far far warmer than that, although according to Latrion, this was "Typical Texan weather". Well I hate to disappoint you, buddy, but you ain't in Kansas no more (Film quote bonus!).

Anyways, yeah, not only did I get to meet this guy, I got introduced to his entire family and wander around the stereotypical British town of Cambridge, birthplace of Darwin. Not Charles Darwin. Charles Darwin, as it turns out, was actually born and died in Shrewsbury, much further south. I got that from Google, though, as it turns out his dad knew more about the place then I did, including a bar which was not just the place where the human genome was first hypothesized, but also had a ceiling with the names of American WW2 Pilots on it. Some very interesting heritage (and clocks) to be seen, and I'd definitely recommend it. If any of you guys end up there, let me know and I'll pop down too!

Also, I forgot that, of course, American chocolate is... not really chocolate. Once I remembered this, I instantly introduced my good friend to the 'Double Decker':  A chocolate bar so rich and filled with brilliance and sunshine, the EU restrict the sugar/calorie content if it's being sold as a multipack. That's one badass bar right there. And I'm sorry to Latrion again if he now is unable to have Yanke chocolate, or indeed found our british ones too sickly. They're rich.

Anyways, after a nice discussion under a tree (and a series of wince-inducing puns, amirite!?!?!), I was asked to shut my eyes and allow him to place something on my head. It's at this point I must apologize for threatening to murder him. I don't like not being able to see in public. I felt a hat-shaped object on my head, closely followed by the instruction to open my eyes. Lo and behold...



Of course, I couldn't actually SEE the hat until I saw the photo. But when I did...


(I'd call this one 'You crafty rascal' if I had to name it. I'd also take it from a higher angle and have Latrion more in shot)

BEWM! IS THAT OR IS THAT NOT ONE OF THE MOST AWESOME HATS YOU HAVE EVER SEEN?!? It's got ears and everything! Naturally I'm going to get one now, so if you wouldn't mind telling me where you got it, that'd be ace! Just.... dbhk sebbwfbe,!!!!111!!!1! Oh just excellent!

It's actually a shame I only had the two hours before I had to get on a train to London, then right back up to Manchester, for what can only be described as a somewhat letdown of a stag party. (It's traditional in most western countries to get blackout drunk before a friend's wedding). I did this - for reasons which have not been explained - in the worlds least well-fitting penguin onesie. 


Kill me. Please.

But yeah, Latrion is just a great guy, and the moment I'm allowed to America, I'll probably stop by; I'd encourage anyone else to do just that too!

Here's to my good friend who I can at last say I've met eye-to-eye with, Latrion. May your future be fortunate and graceful, and may our paths cross again!