9. The number of cooked breakfasts I have been offered
8. The number of times per day someone looks at my car and asks if I have been driving through open sewage
7. The number of litres of petrol I'm fairly certain my tank is haemorrhaging per hour since I drove over that tree stump
6. The number of different chemists I have visited to dose me up real nice for my chin-based spider-bite-infection-allergy-virus-rash
6. The number of different opinions I have been given by different chemists with regards to my chin-based spider-bite-infection-allergy-virus-rash
5. The number of hospitals I have passed and considered entering but not really had the time
4. The number of Persian arthouse weepies recommended to me by the 17-year-old Umbro shellsuit kid who moved to Cape Town from Lewisham a year ago and now works in my local video shop
3. The number of elephants I have seen (daddy, mummy and sprog) eating lunch behind my car
2. The number of times I have had to stand outside a guest house under a telephone pylon or in their garage with my phone resting on a saddle stirrup in order to get one bar of reception
1. The number of cooked breakfasts I have politely, reluctantly - and purely due to time constraints - declined
8. The number of times per day someone looks at my car and asks if I have been driving through open sewage
7. The number of litres of petrol I'm fairly certain my tank is haemorrhaging per hour since I drove over that tree stump
6. The number of different chemists I have visited to dose me up real nice for my chin-based spider-bite-infection-allergy-virus-rash
6. The number of different opinions I have been given by different chemists with regards to my chin-based spider-bite-infection-allergy-virus-rash
5. The number of hospitals I have passed and considered entering but not really had the time
4. The number of Persian arthouse weepies recommended to me by the 17-year-old Umbro shellsuit kid who moved to Cape Town from Lewisham a year ago and now works in my local video shop
3. The number of elephants I have seen (daddy, mummy and sprog) eating lunch behind my car
2. The number of times I have had to stand outside a guest house under a telephone pylon or in their garage with my phone resting on a saddle stirrup in order to get one bar of reception
1. The number of cooked breakfasts I have politely, reluctantly - and purely due to time constraints - declined
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