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They forgot to mention that (almost) the only sight I'd see would be Manchester Royal Infirmary A&E ward.

My last CoRo gig in England, and I busted up my ankle taking a dive into the club. It was dark, and there was a step there that I missed. The management were complete pricks about it and so I'm off into East Grinstead in a minute to see about putting in a compensation claim.

Tell you one thing: it's not easy travelling from place to place when you're on crutches. Scratch that: it's not easy getting around on crutches, full stop. I'm a mass of pain.

However, there is a silver lining: CoRo have promised to come back to the UK next April. By that time, I should be fully mobile again, too.

I don't know when I'll be able to get to a computer again after this -- which means I also don't know when I'll be able to give you all my report on the CoRo minitour -- sorry! But right now, I simply don't feel up to stringing two meaningful sentences on the subject together...

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julchek
Oct. 8th, 2004 08:36 am (UTC)
Oh my poor sweetie! How awful! And that the management was terrible about it as well - bastards.

Hang in there, and I hope that you don't have to use the crutches very long. The advice from others makes sense. Rest up as soon as you can, and take care of yourself!

XXX,
Jules