No poetry today, no purple prose is necessary. It is a little over 9000 minutes till I get to see James on stage in Birmingham. Or approximately 150 hours. Or 6 sleeps. A few days later I will be seeing them again in Manchester for the greatest home-coming ever.
The waiting is nearly over. From receiving an email in Goa in January telling me of this crazy news, to booking my tickets online in an internet cafe under palm trees, the surreal nature of my surroundings adding to the sense of unreality that this was actually happening. A crazy trip down to London for the Hoxton gig and now the finishing line is in sight.
Bring it on. I cannot wait.
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I was at Brixton! was an amazing gig!!!
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