It started at my work, with me screaming at one of my colleagues and storming out. For some reason this led to me becoming destitute and homeless so I decided to seek my fortune in London.
I received several offers of accomodation from DiSers but they were all really sinister and contained sexual advances which upset me greatly.
Stumbling tearful through the streets of London I was lost and lonely until I came across sam/colonol_k/brokenchairs who kindly offered to take me under his wing.
It turned out he lived in some sort of Victorian peasant quarter, sleeping on a mattress on the floor under a makeshift shelter. He let me share said mattress with him and then cooked me a pork joint in a small oven he managed to beg off some passing dandies.
This cheered me up greatly and there began my life as a Cockney peasant.
If you made it through that, congratulations! Did you dream about a DiSer, or maybe about a Victorian peasant village last night?