1. Gypsical wandering

    GOOD EVENING morning.  I’m tired.  And it’s 7.30.  And I’m about to go pick up two of my flatmates from a bus station.  How you travel to Paris from London, I’ve no idea.  But, there you are.  And so I go.  To Munich.  For now. 

    c-c-c-c-he-e-e-e-e-ck it out-t-t-t-t.