It was getting late, very late. I had just been surprised in a pub by a man on the toilet wearing a welding mask, its ok though, its just Glenn, he had already consumed a bottle of vodka and found the mask in a skip on the way to the pub. Glenn looked like a man on the edge, he was laughing hysterically and there was no sign of him stopping, nor could anyone ignore him, he has an imposing presence and a voice that projects from his 7ft stature. Normally this would look completely out of place, but we were surrounded by a ragtag crew of 50 roaming fundraisers that live the life of gypsies who meet up in this pub on a weekly basis. You would not believe what these guys get up to, they really know how to live life to the fullest! I used to manage them and there are many debauched stories, (a blog for another time I think).
I had just served 6 months in the oblivion plane of recruitment and decided to sack-off my house and job to go travelling, hurrah! Before I go though I though it would be good to catch up with a few old friends in the nations capital of London before