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The
weather so far for the whole trip has been fucked up. I met
up with Mild Man Jan for the first time in years, a guy who
lives fifteen minutes away in Manchester and we instead meet
up for the first time in around six years in Berlin. The real
weird thing was he was staying in a backpackers hostel which
unbeknown to me and him was three doors away from the lovely
Tara's boudoir where my goodself and Mr John Fast Lady were
staying. We all talked, we all drank then retired back to
Mr Ivanov Seals abode to watch more rain fall. Happy Days. |
