Rantin' like a git, but there you are

So me Mum's friend Veevs and her mate Mark agreed to put me up at hers Saturday and Sunday night. Felt like I was back home, I did, with this kind of hospitality. After I worked through some rubbish with me mobile, I rang and met them in the park in Richmond. We had the most brilliant meal and it was a real classy, real memorable time, that was. Blooming nora, it was hot, but naught like we get in the South with the humidity and all, innit? Decided we'd head to hers before we got too pissed and knackered out there in the sun, and I finally had me first real British cuppa, cuppa Rosy Lee as they say. After the hostels and all I was the minger of the bunch for sure, so I had a right fancy shower and slept for what seemed like a fortnight. Blimey, Veevs wasn't takin' a mick when she said she'd take care of me, as she got me all through Sunday and the fantastic Peruvian Independence Day event in Northeast London. I salsa danced like a real plunker till I was knackered all over again and drank loads of Cusquena and Inca Kola (had a right day pass to the loo, I did). When we got back home we watched some South Park on the telly--cheers, America--and ate some smashing British pizza. So a thousand cheers for the marvelous Brit and Peruvian-gone-Brit Mark and Veevs for showing me the earthier side of London town. Bloody hell what a weekend.