what kind of person lies about being from bellingham

and how are you supposed to take backhanded compliments?
I feel like that guy in the book I was reading, when the ship arrives.

Metro Weekender (@ Clapham Common) was amazing, favorite moment was a tossup b/w 20,000 people singing along with the chorus Me, Myself and I, and randomly football free-for-all with an inflatable beach ball in a drunken sea of people while being chased/tackled by me mates (random as in, no goal).

wants in the short: to go for a run back home in my forest backyard, drop the signature Zero 7 at the end of exhausting Saturday 5hr sets, LHRs, sushi, Mirage and clean lungs.

wants in the short short: maybe just maybe I can be that catalyst repairing this stupid rift in the workplace. (maybe I'm Kofi Annan, but competent? speaking of which, I almost got Sprewelled by our very own Kofi, the dishwasher, so maybe these are delusions of grandeur)
also, 2 more passport stamps please.

what after Europe.. Asia? Sudamerica? 416/905? mm Back to Penticton (one seat left? holla) first/ i think