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Back from France. Where I properly got my chill on. Van bed worked a treat. Missed my bike though... there were some crackin roads. Also shat myself again. Drank some off Cider. Tasted of blue cheese. I thought maybe that's how they have it. It's France innit everything tastes of cheese. Apart from the cheese. That tastes like the smell of my old man's feet... It came in a big bottle this cider like one of those Leffe jobs with a champagne cork in. When I opened it the goddam stuff was so ripe it blew the cork out at around the velocity of a 50 cal bullet. Hit me square in the temple and almost knocked me out. The missus said it was off but did I listen?

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