When it became obvious that I had to spend a couple of more weeks in Frankfurt before heading back to Toronto, Mary called me and said: I’m going to be in London on a business trip, girl, you better come over and visit ME.
So, I did. You better not mess with Mary Messhausen.
I arrived in London and Mary was supposed to be staying with a friend of hers but when I got to the address it was an abandoned apartment. After a hard night of drinking and kebabs we pushed through the garbage and went to bed.
Waking up in bed with Bernhard Willhelm
And now we shop. Wait and see what we bring home.