Once again, I woke up in the middle of the night, but this time without assistance from the fire alarm.The alarm came from my poor, abused stomach. It felt like two angry cats were fighting in my belly, thanks to that questionable street meat.

Unfortunately, death didn’t come to save me from the ferocious felines.

And in a related unpleasant topic, when I finally crawled out of bed, I learned firsthand exactly how airtight the blankets were, and I’ll just leave it at that.

Equally unfortunate, we had a show on both Day Three and Day Four, which pretty much ruined the rest of my vacation. Having to work will do that.

The shows went well, the UK WWE fans went home laden with merchandise and happy, looking forward to our return in April to London and… for the first time ever… Milan!

Have to find a place to rent a motorcycle before April!

Author: frenchy