Well, I did it again. Here follows another preview chapter from a book I am now writing entitled 'Nils's royal fuck-ups, Vol. 2':
Week end started nice enough. Went to hamburg on friday to visit my mum and bro, went to the best club ever, had a really good week end, got really pissed last night and ended up talking philosophy with my mum (why I thought I knew something about that, I have no idea. I guess I just start talking out of my ass as soon as a drop of booze hits my tongue). At 4am, did we go to bed? No. We watched Lord of the Rings, just to make sure I will oversleep today. Which I did. Everybody left the house between 7am and 8am, occasionally nudging me so I would wake up. My feet finally hit the deck at noon. My flight was at 11.25am. After I finished my half hour swearing rant I tried rescheduling. BA gave me the usual company-must-cover-its-ass-contractual-bullshit so I just bought a flight to stansted for 150 euros. 40 euro last minute booking fee. 15 pounds to get from middle-of-fucking-no-where-dont-know-why-they-think-they-are-in-london-stansted to home. So all in all, my little snooze set me back round abouts 150 quid.
So I'm feeling very miserable and broke. Please cheer me up!
Well, I did it again. Here follows another preview chapter from a book I am now writing entitled 'Nils's royal fuck-ups, Vol. 2':
Week end started nice enough. Went to hamburg on friday to visit my mum and bro, went to the best club ever, had a really good week end, got really pissed last night and ended up talking philosophy with my mum (why I thought I knew something about that, I have no idea. I guess I just start talking out of my ass as soon as a drop of booze hits my tongue). At 4am, did we go to bed? No. We watched Lord of the Rings, just to make sure I will oversleep today. Which I did. Everybody left the house between 7am and 8am, occasionally nudging me so I would wake up. My feet finally hit the deck at noon. My flight was at 11.25am. After I finished my half hour swearing rant I tried rescheduling. BA gave me the usual company-must-cover-its-ass-contractual-bullshit so I just bought a flight to stansted for 150 euros. 40 euro last minute booking fee. 15 pounds to get from middle-of-fucking-no-where-dont-know-why-they-think-they-are-in-london-stansted to home. So all in all, my little snooze set me back round abouts 150 quid.
So I'm feeling very miserable and broke. Please cheer me up!