I'm leaving my bunker-apartment, for a suite of rooms overlooking Baker Street. The landlady is a nice old widow named Mrs. Hudson, who bakes a mean shepherd's pie. Her tea tastes like boiled cauliflower, however.
Luckily for me, a roommate has materialized quite miraculously, out of the thinning fog, as it were. He's a strange sort of fellow, addicted to crack cocaine, partial to deerhunter caps. I don't really know what he does for a living, but he seems nice enough. Ta for now,
T-10 Days to Philippines Expedition