“Oh my god be careful my coccyx is red raw!” I woke with a pain in it today for no apartment reason. I grimaced all the way home on my bike after German school (My teacher has a guy on the inside at the Reichstag so last Friday we were taken on a tour of the halls of power. Not just the tourist area. We had to have our passports and go through security like at an airport. I managed to sneak off and checked out the Smoking Room / Club room. Basically where Merkel and the gang hang out to bust stress. They’ve got a huge self service bar in there including four taps of different draft beers and fridges fully stocked. The massive stone balconys on both of the side walls open out so you can wave down at the queuing tourists like royalty (or politicians… whatever)). The internet says it’s a deep muscle sprain. I’m going to go with that but not bother with the anti-inflammatorys. The Foul Play website is up now, think we’ve got the new venue boxed off too.
I would recommend to listen to Crosby, Stills & Nash - In My Dreams, Rolling Stones - Midnight Rambler and I Exist Because Of You (Dixon’s Stripped Down Version).
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