We’re 5 days short of our 8-year anniversary in the UK and are about to storm the beaches of Normandy. We leave tonight under the cover of darkness and arrive at the crack of sparrow’s fart tomorrow morning for a fortnight of cheese, wine and greasing the Beast’s axles with fois gras.
We had a brilliant send-off and fortunately there were no Robotos in sight (for the uninitiated a Roboto is 3 shots of anything in the colours of a Robot / Traffic Light – it could be shots of ketchup, orange juice and lime juice, but then it could also be red sambuca, tequila and absynth). My heart doesn’t want to leave our friends in the UK, but sometimes you need to listen to your liver and after 8 years it has finally said “enough”! Thanks guys for such good times – you know who you are.
See you all in Jozi.