Outta work actor nearly died. Another vintage blog from 2007!
Where in Britain can you convince a polish man in a snappy prints shop to let you print off your resume through his Apple Mac? Where in Britain do you find yourself surgically attached to a paper cup full of steaming Starbucks coffee wherever you go? Where in Britain do you listen to two intelligent Americans talk about British Politics? Where do you have to pay 20p to pee? London baby! Or, as the locals call it, 'Laandin Taahn'. Today I awoke in the sleepy world of Reading. I'm no longer living in the lap of Hotel luxury (I miss my White Dressing Gown). I'm staying on an inflatable mattress in the living room of his newly purchased, semi decorated, but lovely flat! Oh, how I have fallen so dramatically from my tower. The Folly!! Well, I digress… This morning I had a brief brush with death that I must share with the world. After crawling out of bed looking like a squished worm with nipples for eyes, I made my way to Michael's newly carpeted bathroom (he di...