I remember the first time I went to the UK.
I broke up with my girlfriend basically the day before, but to her it was one of those breakups where she tries to make me feel bad and miss her, judging from the messages my mates missus sent him.
I got on the plane feeling a little shitty, not sad just "I can't be fucked going". Ended up not sleeping at all on the flight or for hours beforehand so I was jetlagged to the extreme. Got off the plane, all zombified from jetlag. Me and my mates checked in at the hotel and went for a drink at a pub. Ended up leaving in about 40 minutes with a 7, trashy chav looking chick who was flirting like crazy as soon as I started talking (Protip, if you have a semi deep voice + Aussie accent, women love it). Was off the plane for a little under 2 hours, was so jetlagged I looked dead and I was getting a sloppy bj of a cute brit girl. Ended up falling asleep next to her after it and woke up to her getting cuddly. Slept for about 11 hours I think it was. Mates had no idea what happened to me and were messaging their girlfriends who relayed it to my ex. When we ended up back home she was flipping out hardcore and crying like I just killed her dog.
I love easy qt brits
