kiss me thu the phone

Long time no chat. I’ve been doing some roaming around. Like Manchester Matt in the good ol’ days. Feels good being in the world without care, only checking your pockets for your wallet, phone and passport. Minus the wallet, I’m still on the cards and cash in the pocket kinda life. Nomatic. Or is it Nomadic, 1 min. It’s Nomadic. Nomatic is a brand of bags for nerds.

Took some advice and visited a spa town. Okay so here’s the thing, I get it. I get the whole spa lifestyle, nice stone, naked men, Greek gods, I get it. There’s something very attractive about it all. I could see myself spending a lot of time in places like this. But why the fuck can’t I get into the thing. The lady’s all like the waters are closed to tourists. Never had such a strong urge in my life I swear I nearly cannon balled into that fucker. Plus the leaflet they give you about spa towns is just child’s play. Let me just tell ya now I’m a sponge for obscure information, it’s a weakness. If someone figures out I’m happy to listen to their ramblings, they’ll just ramble. It’s a weapon. I know a lot about spa towns. More than I wanna know. And after all this, I regret not jumping in