those cells in Musgrave police station are fucking abysmal. Sort it wankers

guy next to me wouldn’t stop talking out loud to himself in Russian and then giggling.

(Not that I’m racist, it was just extra annoying because I couldn’t understand his words, and so couldn’t even eavesdrop the conversation between him and the voices in his head)

At least the guy who interviewed me the next morning was called Pinkertonor something like that. Wayyy too close to Piggleton so I had a right wee laugh at that.