Apologies I Have None Kneedeep
We'll take our bikes and explore the city centre tonight. The streets around Westminster and Parliament seem to be as peaceful as the moon is bright, but it won't be long before daylight comes and this bottle of vodka is almost empty. We best be on our way back home. I'm sorry Sir, but we weren't to know that the pools around the palace statue weren't there for wading. Send my apologies to the Queen. It was foolish of me to think that the use of this water was free and that the palace was owned by the people. The brain sends pulses to vocal chords, I relay the message that even though we don't know what we've done this for, at three in the morning we still know it was worth it. We tasted victory this night over apathy and exhaustion, the age old adolescent motto "I'm bored, theres nothing to do".
