One morning I woke up in Wolverhampton (we are on a sleeping coach now).
I hate to say it, but Wolverhampton is not the most exciting part of Britain. So I have been spending my spare time composing music and watching DVDs.
Apparently I missed a performance by the (presumably) world’s fattest ballet dancers last night. Obviously SOMETHING is going on here. But the place makes me so depressed that even enormous ballerinas don’t tempt me.
Probably the reason why the music I composed today sounds like a soundtrack for a horror movie.
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