En-route to Jiangxi

[Talion]

Entry: 2

If you're ever on Gran Canaria, definitely check out this place. Joey's Bistro, about a five mile trek from the main space port you'd probably arrive at, but definitely worth it. All the food is great, the waitresses are nice, it's got a very rustic feel to it. It's a wooden interior, feels homely.

But anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, I was talking about Bretonia, but that can wait. If anybody else ever reads this they're gonna think "Who is this guy? Why didn't he start with his name?" Well, my name's Dylan. Dylan Finlay, and I'm from Leeds. The name sounds a bit too upper class for someone coming from Leeds, but my dad was originally from New London. After the divorce he lost a lot, my mum didn't want me so he had full custody of me. Living on New London is pretty expensive, and his business was going down the toilet so he took a management job on Leeds instead. I was only a few months old at the time so I don't remember any of that, it's what he's told me. Anyway, I consider myself as being from Leeds. Maybe I'll change the name when I reach my destination? Yeah, Dylan doesn't really suit me anyway.

So, I grew up on Leeds. My dad died when I was 10, run over on the street by some drink-driving prick. So I went into care. We'd been living pretty poorly before that, the management job had fallen through and he'd ended up another "Average Joe" worker in a factory. But he was carefree before he'd died, simple life had been good to him.

Maybe I took the images of my dad's sunken face when sat at a desk and my dad's smiling face after getting home from the factory with a couple of mates and my child brain decided I wanted the latter. So I did the best I could in school certainly, but I just wanted to be happy.

Chocolate cake is here. I never like to multi-task if eating is one of the tasks.