Anyway it seems that I have managed to coax and friend (who was supposed to be in Munich last weekend) out of his shell with the offer of a curry in Manchester.
So this Saturday the 60th tour makes a violent handbrake turn and heads north.
I’d like to have a few pints and get to the bottom of what the gibbering fuck is going on with his life and if there’s anything I can do other than giving him money. Proud men
He may yet flake on me but it wouldn’t be difficult to fill a couple of days with the Koffee Pot and the Smithfield Market Tavern.
Your life is so random / complicated / unusual, random is the biggy here, that I can’t keep up. Doesn’t it tire you ? Did you do a lot of drugs as a youth ?
We’re off to Lake Garda for a week, can anyone recommend any decent restaurants and bars, basically evening stuff to do, in Garda? Our Rough Guide reckons there’s a lot of less than stellar places?