Imagine a 12th Century tumbledown church. I went into one today when I stopped at the side of the road in the middle of nowhere in Herefordshire for a piss. I didn’t piss near the church, it was up the road. But what a place, thew sun was out, there was restrictions on travel to the USA from Europe by some ginger haired twat and i’m off to Morocco tomorrow due to an accident of birth. Mrs T has a significant birthday and we’re going to get messed up in Marrakesh.

Many worries regards being stranded there on Monday, we’re all going to take our chances, and hope we can still fly home with Wretched Air, the airline where courtesy is a luxury and fighting a tradition.

Wish me luck, photos of the Souk to follow.