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Saturday I woke up and had the itch.

You know, you just can't sit still, knee bouncing, head bobbing, the whole shebang.

So I dress for the moderately cool, with a smirk for my midwest family and friends in the cold, cold nights.

Hop a Northern tube to Camden Town where I drop into the World's End for a quick pint before turning my music up as loud as it will go and getting as purposely lost as possible in the winding shop corridors. Sunglasses on. Real hip all right.

At the insistence of a roommate, drop into Cyber Dog, the only clothing store/genuine rave that I can think of. Watch the go go dancer behind the check out counter for a bit before ducking into a comic shop. Buy a pretty sweet shirt, very paramilitary chic. Meander into the tube towards Angel, where I get out and leg out around the east end. I walk through 150 Ipod shuffle switches. Eat lunch by the river Thames. Walk up tower bridge toward Southwark and Lambeth, where it starts to get dark and I realize I've been walking for about four or five continues hours.

Catch a train up north. Meet some folk at a pub in Wood Green, where my roommate gets really drunk and friends this guy who may or may not have been in Black Hawk Down. We all just kick it until the place kicks us, so we stumble back down Alexandra Palace. The lights of the east end can be seen sprawling for miles at the top of the hill. It was just another weekend.