Woke up in Coventry.
Big G had a ruff night he had been sick in a bag.
He said it was motion sickness.......the bus was parked.
Big G had a ruff night he had been sick in a bag.
He said it was motion sickness.......the bus was parked.
I went into town and bumped into the Maggot. He was on his way back to London to play disco music to haircuts in a London bar.
He wasn't doing the Coventry gig with us.
After the fried food I took them to see the 14th century St. Micheal's cathedral, which was bombed out in the second world war.
They weren't interested.
So we hot footed it to a pub recommended by 2hat's brother to settle in and get ready for the Wales/England game.
Wales are rubbish and played really bad. They have been ruined by the last manager and are 167th in the world ratings. The game put Big G to sleep.
It was a sad day. Wales played from the back and couldn't get out of their half, but played a bit better in the last quarter of the game. 2 nil was a fair result.
After that we went back to the Kasbar and Mike was confused and disgusted at the same time by the food tray which contained 5 items he had never seen before and non of which he would contemplate eating.
Back on the bus Eggsy had spent the whole day sleeping and it was late in the day now and he needed to get it together.
Nice one Kasbar!
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