Tonight I walked down the Reeperbahn in Hamburg in the aftermath of a day of dark rain and mist that brought me right back down to reality as I arrived in Germany from Porto in optimistic shorts and T-shirt. It was a long and fraught journey that finally got me there. It began with me realising at 4 AM that my flight wasn’t at 18.45, but at 08.45. So I was suddenly packing and showering, sorting the place out, switching things off and leaving in a rush with guitars, merch, clothes and all the necessary documents with little time before I had to head to the airport, running around like Billy Whizz - if you know who that is/was.
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