I'm having a little trouble getting my body adjusted to this new time zone. Part is due to the flight. I slept, but only under the influence of Amien and not very well or long. Then my first morning here I was up by a conversation on the street that went something like this:

What time is it, mate?
It's fookin' 4am
4 fookin' am? Are you fookin' kiddin' me?

It was like waking up on the set of Lock, Stock and 2 Smoking Barrels.

It was light outside. I coudn't be 4am? But I looked at my clock and sure enough, it was 4am. Actually. that's not quite right. It was 4 fookin' am.

The official sunrise isn't until around 4:45, but it was light far before then. The sun doesn't set until well after 9, but it stays light until almost 10. It's hard to get used to the idea of 2 hours of darkness before midnight. The days are really long and that's great, but it gets late incredibly fast after darkness falls.

I tried to go back to sleep, but I couldn't manage it. Even reading the FA Football Yearbook 2003-2004 didn't do the trick.