Woke up with pain in my left-hand knuckles. Doesn’t help that the venue is really cold. How come these British venues don’t have functioning heating?
Late breakfast/early dinner was instant coffee and a sandwich with guacamole and cheese.
Feels like I’m just counting down the days until I get home, though I’m trying to enjoy myself as much as I can.
Another sandwich for dinner, since I couldn’t be arsed with going out to find something.
Stiff fingers and headache. Painkillers, it is!
Simen got sick last night and puked all night and most of today. Some kind of food-poisoning. Still, he managed to get through the whole set – incredible!
