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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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db2305
Oct. 8th, 2004 08:56 am (UTC)
Aw, poor sweetie! My Spike icon grinds burning fags into their mean little eyes!


Get well soon!