It was fun we found a way into this old veterans centre that had been abandoned a couple of years before, no one was any the wiser, emilio drove us there and back, top guy hope he’s well, we nearly moved in together one time but then I went to greece; holly willoughby said that it was going to be fine, shit that was back when schofield was still presenting too yikes. Nothing to worry about; a few people have got this thing, we’re going to be following the curve of spain and italy on this. The centre had been run by help for heroes but I don’t think was open for more than a few years; I suppose after the withdrawal from Afghanistan there wasn’t really the need. The empty pool had this layer of chemical dust I remember getting all over me whenever I came off, I assume chlorine-adjacent fuck knows. Skating in the fountains of buckingham palace for hours at a time without being bothered was pretty surreal.