Saturday, August 16, 2003
Finally got loaded into the back of a car after languishing in a bonded warehouse for the best part of a fortnight with nothing to eat but customs officers. Was let out somewhere called "Bristol". Crikey.
Saturday, August 02, 2003
Strange night. Out on the town with a few of the local ladies when I started feeling a bit funny then passed out - someone must have slipped some Rohypnol in my child. Woke up some time later in a large packing crate (full of laptops and satellite phones, thankfully) - assume I'm in a plane. But where will I end up?
