We start the day with wine. A bottle each. This is life. This is pain. This is Poland. Lunch involes pizza, pasta...and scallops James. What these are, we know not at all. But they are hot. So hot. Simon burns his giant, alien hands. Scallps James...what hast thou doenst? We take a seat...
Continue reading ...We are trapped in a square. How this happened – a mystery. Apparently, we visited the castle. Oh yes, Simon is here. He is enormous. We are convinced he shouldn't be here for another day at least. We did not plan for this... We meet him in the street. We are not human - we are essential...
Continue reading ...I am woken at some ungodly hour by Matt, jumping up and down. He deposits his phone on my chest and has it blare The Varangian Guard in my face. I feel like my brain has been dried, smoked and spread across Odin's own toast. This is Day Two. I crawl out of bed. Breakfast is cold smoked meats and...
Continue reading ...Why we ever thought to meet hours away from our houses will forever be a mystery. Yet this is how it all begins; by taxi, train and bus - all the way to Kingston Upon Thames. Yes, Kingston-Upon-Thames. What of it? We gather in the garden, for rum. We even have a splash of coke and some mi...
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