adventures on new whittle street

the other night i was questioned by the police. they stopped me as i was trying to work out the best way to get onto the roof of a charming little gatehouse outside a building i had been told was abandoned.. turned out it wasn't so abandoned, which i would have seen if i had bothered to scope the place out before i went 'exploring'.

the police here wear huge flurosent vests which should make them difficult to take seriously, but i was still quaking in my onitsuka tigers (good exploring shoes) when they rocked up and asked me what i was doing.. i mumbled something about looking around the area and being from australia and tried to give off a vibe of innocene and charm which seemed to work because they told me to get off the property and keep my exploring for australia in the future. quite reasonable really and i got home quick smart.

i think i have been infected with the same feeling i had in japan that the rules don't really apply to me as i'm a foreigner. lets hope that these feelings don't manifest themselves in rampant bike stealing and monkey dancing in restaurants as they did in japan... not sure the british establishment will be as tolerant next time..

but who knows what fun i'll get up to in spain!