I ran.
I ran again in my dressing gown, it's feeling a little hitchikeresq now, which seemed a good plan so I thumbed down a passing tree which was kind enogth to caterpault me to Matt's place.
However I was confronted by the guitar, 5 foot tall and made of wrought iron it wouldn't let me into the toilet but aas luck would have it Nemo was having a rest there and I whilst arguing with the guitar mentioned how much I'd like a fingraph as a memento, so the guitar who was only freelancing as a bodyguard let me in.
Of course Nemo became Sushi, i'll be selling him on e-bay later.
I'm not sure how he'll taste cooked in Listerine but it should be good.
