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Okay stupid question time:

If you really needed to talk to someone, but weren't sure if they would want to talk to you or how to really contact them, how would you do that?

I'm not sorry.

So we have a positively absurd amount of Olympians on this network, which I find positively brilliant, including my good friend Hot Wheels Peeta. But since most of us can't get to London to cheer them on, I think we should find a local pub or something to have a bit of a satellite cheering section.

Anyone have a place that might work? It'll be the middle of the night most like but it's sort of a big deal, isn't it?

The shrinks must be making a killing.

Oh, you beautiful dreamers and pure hearted souls. Let me tell you about mine.

You know what? Sod that. Let's go to Disneyland before the communists pillage and burn it down. I'm taking you and you and you and you over there.

Saturday, 11am, at the gates. I'll be the one with the mouse ears.

It'd figure I'm spending another Saturday night at home watching Netflix. I've got to get out more. Maybe at least get acquainted with the local sports teams.

Best pubs to catch a game, anyone?

What a day to be trapped in the hospital. Am I right? I realized this morning that I hadn't made any public posts about being here. I'm okay. Recovering. Pain is slightly less today.

Aw hell. They hiked the cig tax again. All that's going to do is inspire me to be a more successful citizen to afford 'em. Somehow doubt that's what they were going for.

Name's Jim. I run a little tavern off Aurora named Joeyray's. Pleased to meet you all.

Dating sucks. If things keep going this way, I'm going to have to find a miniature breed of cats small enough to fit in my apartment.

Have to say, no matter how homesick I get the weather here really can bring me right back up again. Few clouds, little rain, and low humidity? Really liking that. And the beaches. And all the handsome available men walking around on the beaches.

My name's Donna. I'm originally from Chiswick. Nice to meet you all.