PRIVATE Private.com Fucking on a plane

I live at the very top of the 407 bus route. It's a longer journey to the office, but I like the fact that I live at the start, or even the end of the line. It gives me a sense of belonging somewhere.

I came to London 102 days ago. Why London? There's something filthy about the place, and anonymous. I can be whoever I want to be.

There's Hot Coffee Guy. Hot as in, he wears a shirt open just enough for me to see his skin is slightly tanned, and he buys expensive pants to show off his best asset.

The coffee bit relates to, well, he's never without one at *** on the 407.

But maybe he reminds me too much of David.