London, UK.

I really shouldn't dance.

Some poor woman at the Zoo Bar now has a massive head injury.

Apparently, people in Britain don't dance by "waving their arms in the air, and waving them like they just don't care".

Also. Apparently people in Britain cannot dodge elbows.

This is neither here nor there.

All I know is that I ended up dancing in some woman's blood.

So. Leaving England.

In the airport. At some computer terminal.

There's a multi-faith prayer room here. I think that it would be really interesting to walk in and start praying to Satan. Show those nuns what's happening.

Norway sounds like a nice place to go in the winter.