Beep.

New Slough.

It's Saturday, no beeping work. This means I don't have to interact with a soul, and it feels good. Socialising is really a mind-numbing experience for someone such as myself; it rots the brain and drains it of innovation and outward thinking. Not for me.

Also, no need to wake up early because I haven't slept, not one bit. Been talking to Boris instead. He really is a good friend, and so interesting.

Boris has been enlightening me further in regards to this tea business; it really is quite worrying. He also told me about the time he walked from New York to San Francisco and how he accidently found a secret city in the desert. He said it was called New Slough and that it was originally founded by a man from Slough who left England to set up a cattle farming business. He said that it is now a eugenics city, where only the cleverest people in the world are allowed to live. They go to breed with other persons of superior intellect. I need to go, I think I will find a wife there, and Mothers not going to visit. I won't let her, and anyway, she isn't clever enough to get in. White bread and fricking butter, cheap TV, and a packet of ready salted. Yeah, see you later, Mother.

Once I sort this tea business, I will travel to America; they prefer coffee and Pepsi Cola; not great but an improvement.

So I'm heading to the library. Can check my emails. I have a strange sensation at the top of my head. I think this is the day. TV here I come!