Collectors World

Today I went to a place called Collectors World, with my parents and nan. It was like a drug fueled fucked up tour de force of the last couple of hundred years, and much of it was to do with Charles Dickens (for some reason). Anyway, they had strobe lighting there and it was so crazy-(no, not delicious)-delerious that I was disorientated to the max. Anyway I suggest you never go there yourself, unless you want to imagine what it would be like to be in Doctor Who's tardis while it explodes from the inside...actually that sounds legendary...lets go!