Well I've got to say I was expecting things here to be a tad different. As someone said before, the tea's bloody awful and waitresses think I'm insane when I ask for vineger with my chips. It's not that odd, is it?
I almost feel odd being here- Like something's not right. Ever since that plane ride. Or maybe I just don't have any idea what I'm talking about.
My name's Charlie Pace if anyone was wondering. If anyone knows where I could get a job with a guitar I'd be very grateful, seeing as I'm jobless and directionless at the moment.