After being informed that Greenlane Foodtown at midnight on a Sunday was filled with Vietnamese whores, I decided to set of and do a bit of shopping. I love shopping and generally being out and about late at night. I'm sure if I ever manage to secure myself one of those much coveted "develop from home" projects, that I'll slip into a complete vampiric sleeping pattern, seeing the sun only on special occasions (mind you, when I lived in London I only saw the sun on special occasions anyway). Theres something about driving down almost deserted streets - looking at the shops that are closed and marvelling at the ones that are actually open. Like Greenlane foodtown.
Foodtown was not filled with ladies of the night as I was promised, however, the highlight of the evening came when I was almost hit by an oncoming house. I guess its fair enough that he drove in the middle of the road, and took up almost 3 lanes of a 4 lane road (would have been about the equivalent to a decent sized english "A" road), but there was something about the hilarity of it that made me wish that the thing had hit me, so I could have died, and helped create one of those news articles which makes people think "WTF!" over their morning high bran anti colon cancer inducing breakfast cereal.