It’s good to be back on the bus. Postie’s been well nice to me since the bust up. He’s laid on sausages, cleaned me collar and even given me a going over with the flea comb. It was no fun on the streets of Stuttgart to be honest. I’ve never felt so low. Sure I’ve spent nights out on the streets before and there was that time when I walked from lands end to John O’ groats for the local dogs home but it’s different when your not on your own turf. Schnitzel scraps just don’t cut it.
Anyway, the big game tonight. We’re now in Cologne and it’s absolutely buzzin. A sea of red and white carpets the main platz and the fans are on good form. Met a guy called Daz from Leominster. He flew over late last night and the airline had lost his bag. Not that it’s got him down at all. He’s managed to get some pink flip flops, leather lederhosen and painted his whole body with a St. George’s cross. Every time he stands still people throw money at him. He’s already earned 63 euro and 50 cents.