We’re in Birmingham.
I gave the Bullet another heap of money to fuck off around town and leave me alone for an hour.Ã‚ The Big Fella, the Small Fella and the Young Fella are in some filthy drinking house trying to kill their hangovers, while the Stoned Fella is wandering the streets propositioning young ladies, as usual.
Nearly there now.Ã‚ Yesterday was a bit extreme as we dragged the last out of the celebration, ending up in some foul, reeking bordello boozing with swaying cripples and shifty Lascar sailors.
This must end.Ã‚ I am not a young man.
This evening, we fly home, if all goes to plan, and I intend to sleep for a week, but first I promise to put up some pictures, and I’ll give you a full account tomorrow.
Full, but not necessarily true or complete.