Looks like bloody
Chris Christopher has gone and inserted a Samoan interlude in next year’s touring calendar just a few months ahead of the Coupe du Monde. International goodwill and understanding is all well and good, but I don’t think he has any idea how the humidity can interfere with the strings. I’ll be reasonably unexcited if Dan gets a hangnail as a result of the fiafia getting out of control.
Apparently the local Vailima is a fairly effective lubricant if applied in sufficient quantities, and by my calculations I should be able to squirrel away 35 Maketu Chilli Beef and Cheese in the hand luggage without upsetting the trolley dolleys. So I should be okay for a couple of days.
Yours in trepidation
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