Upon my return I have a Glastonbury ticket and a trip with Jennifer Chiarotti to Calpe, hooray for delaying entrance into the Real World (jobs, coffee, rent etc.)... only, and i must stress this, not to the extent of becoming the hostel-haunting beach bum who is an advert for not smoking weed just from his 40-minute insistence that the woman from Indiana Jones (film on TV last night) is his girlfriend, only he doesn't like living with her in Hollywood. That's escaping the Real World, but on a whole other level