It Won’t Stop a Shotgun – The Journey Home
The journey home... If the journey out was a trek enough, then the voyage home was going to be ten times worse. For a start, we had to be out of the Duplex by arse o’clock in the morning. Or 10 am as it is…
The journey home... If the journey out was a trek enough, then the voyage home was going to be ten times worse. For a start, we had to be out of the Duplex by arse o’clock in the morning. Or 10 am as it is…
Three steps to heaven. Last day of the show and it was hard to believe the amount of stuff we’d seen in just two and a half days; it’s not over yet though, and I was determined to make the most of my last day.…
The shrill of my alarm sounded… surely it wasn’t time already? No. It was only 3am and my pissing phone was ringing. Threatening to disembowel whatever thoughtless bastard was calling at this hour, I hit the pillow again. I eventually prised myself out of bed…