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As Quackers so loves to tell me, I'm a Muppet. I rolled my ankle on Glastonbury Tor Saturday, at 518 feet above sea level. And then London's broken cobblestone did me in tonight. It's the same ankle I broke in like 7th grade, have had issues with it ever since. Regardless, it hurts like a muthafucker, and I'm considering sawing it off with a plastic knife. I might really have to break down and get a pimp cane.

In other news, navigating this city whilst gimping about is pretty shittastic. Oh, what's that, you can't do stairs? here's 153 of them,and the escalator's broken.