Havoc on the streets of London

Havoc, I tells ya.

Rain, closed roads, the undead being brought back to the dead, the living stuck in one room. Chaos.

I studied the social reform of Disraeli and passed out die to an extreme excess of Irn Bru and Randomz. I woke up tied to the top of a history textbook with a head talking to me in a weird patronising context. It was unfortunately to get him out of debt. Just like Drop Down Day.

Hocus Pocus was playing and it gave me the strength to break free and then the Factory Act brought me to sobriety. Dark days. Sassoon and Owen were next on the hit list as Chapters 19 and 20 needed to be analysed. The hordes of minions sang and Anthem For Doomed Youth while I struggled with Futility in 1914. I ran out of the hallway in a blaze of bloodshod and grabbed a Chicken Legend on the way towards my escape vehicle.

The rain and traffic stalled my lessons, bitch. It drove me round the bend. Focus was still there while I was chased by pat Barker and her trilogy.

Far out.

Hope you all made it home safely.