Time passes like this. Gazebo-life. Some people come, some go. I’m vaguely aware of the themes of the conversations. It’s mainly about...

6am! 6am means many different things to many people. Time to go to bed. Time to wake up. Time to do nothing and stay where you are. By...

It’s evening. I’m sat outside smoking and have been for the last 3 hours. I’m fast becoming a permanent fixture in the gazebo. I’m pretty...

I should have taken another bottle with me for the journey. If the Jamacian bloke hadn’t taken the M25 we could have spun the journey out...