It is the 2nd of September. 2 Days to start the tour with Scott H. Bourne through 5 different cities to have him read from his book.
Nice one.
I’m meeting Scott at the train station in Cologne. After the first moment it was clear, what we will need first now is: beer.
Grabbed some, drank and after a romantic but non gayish walk at the Rhine the evening ended in a whorehouse, more a cabaret, well ok, it is actually totally a whorehouse. But the women are easy—and the feeling of a good upcoming tour was there.
Next day was just picking up this here, having a coffee, drink there. Dinner, breath, sleep.
4th of September. It’s 5.20 a.m., wake up Scott, u gotta go to London for the reading. I was clever enough to go to bed after saying goodbye and wishing him a nice trip to London.
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Arrived in London, after the most fucking longest trip from Stansted, checked the shop and the people.
People showed up, were interested, had fun, inspired and were inspired.
And remember, Sara with an H.
Back the next day, after an exhausting trip from London, I’m back in Cologne. Ready to jump into the car and head on to Copenhagen. Like a ride of 10 hours. Too much traffic.
But good signs all on our way, yes it will be a good trip. Nothing bad can happen, we believe.
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6th of September. Best weather, best girls. What else? Ah yes, Donkey kicks which hurt and used Condoms under the bed. That was Copenhagen.
All was good there, once again, applause, laughs, maybe some concerned looks, but mostly interested and into that. Nice.
Even easier to understand the words better, for a not native speaker, and get the cunt/fuck action…
More inspiration for the rest of the trip—even if the back is hurting like ass!!
Cause pain goes away, but what stays forever is what all could have happened!!
Heading on for the next stop in Cologne.
