We rolled into Victoria at 10am, having spent a final night on a bus (Prague to London). The buildings were grey, the skies were sooty and the Thames was still the Thames. But we rejoiced anyhow, then sat and freaked out over a plate of grease breakfast.
I’m going to sleep ’til next Thursday… No actually, I’m going to Manchester to do a three-day run of the Rebel Cell at the Contact Theatre. Sheet.
I’m going to go to sleep next Thursday.
Big up to everyone who’s followed us this far… The journey goes on.