Well, we’re off. On the train to Madrid. Stopover tonight then fly in the morning.
Fucked a bit by some jobsworth antipodean fuckwit knocking back my visa cos they didn’t believe I had any money nor that I was going to leave the poisonous burning flooding empty harry kewell living shithole of a country to return home. So fuck them and their fucking barrier reef. No questions, no right of appeal. Done. Even more bizarre, my missis got her visa no issue and both were applied for at the same time by me. Cunts. Some judicious last minute planning means I don’t need to go there anyway. Did I call them cunts? If not, cunts.
This will be the last big one I do. It takes too much planning and research. I’m knackered and stressed before I even set off.
