This is all already feeling a bit formal – mind if I call you Frank? We’ve met so many times. That time I went to Italy. That time I went to London. The other time I went to London. Oh, and Prague. Let us not forget about Prague.
And yet, for all the time spent traipsing through your airport and touching down over your lush green fields, you and I have never properly met, not on home turf. And it’s ridiculous.
This time, it’ll all be different. I have 10.5 glorious, uninterrupted hours to wander your streets and partake in your beer. And I plan on doing just that. But what else will I do while there? Someone, please fill me in.
See you on the flip side, Francis!
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