Before sunrise......

....... somewhere aboard the swaying ferry meandering its way through the dark sinister waters of the stormy Channel, I was powerless to do much other than gurn my way through this endless caffeine trip I was experiencing and watch Dan sleep with a weird knackered look on his face whilst writhing around on a creaking plastic sofa. Surrounded by coach loads of French school kids swigging cans of upper drinks and going completely insane, I found myself alternatively pacing the floors of the retching inducing decks in a desperate hope that soon I'd cast a creepy gaze at the chalky cliffs of Dover that would begin lurking in the never lightening night.

* * * * * * * *

And at some point that evening, I'm not even sure how we got there, but we were all of a sudden injected into Donny + Ruth's billion coloured living room and snuggled up in blankets + mates + devouring foil box after foil box of the most delicious curry I've ever tasted.

Journey, over.