At Great Chapel Street the nurse takes my blood and tests for all kinds of shit.
I know Mr. Fox will be pleased I’m getting a medical.
They dont want the next 007 to have Cheu cheam.
The nurse checks my weight.
That’s 3 more than when I arrived.
And my height.
5 foot 11.
Same as James Bond!
Not sure how I know that.
The nurse says I gotta wait 3 days for the results of the blood tests.
I scrounge some new socks and pants, toothpaste and a toothbrush.
Plus they give me a sleeping bag.
A new one.
Big n blue.
So now I can bed down.
They’ll be gutted.
I wonder if Razor is missing me.
I ask if they’ve got a coat hanger I can borrow.
All I need now is a tie.
I set off to Oxfam in Covent Garden.
They are sure to have a cheap tie for 2 or 3 dollars.
Maybe I can make enough from street theatre to buy a phone.
With a phone I can apply for jobs.
Its summer school season soon.
All I need is get a job for a month, board and lodging included, and make enough to fly back.
Now that’s a plan.
Right, Mr. Fox?!