This is gorgeous.

Earlier this year, we played a secret gig in the middle of the French countryside, in somebody’s garage. It was booked as their friend’s birthday present - and we had a huge feast of French food (the boys ate lots of sausages!) and the most perfect rosé wine and conversation afterwards.

However… we had to drive to Berlin the next day. We had an 18 hour van drive straight to the venue, on two hours sleep - I had one coffee, about 14 hours into the journey. I was shaking so much that I instantly spilt the coffee all over myself. I screamed. 

To my right, my boyfriend silently handed me his cup of coffee.

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It is well known that the most important morning event on tour (or in life) is the cup of coffee, especially for me (and Tom - Tom can’t deny his cup of strong, black caffeinated goodness, either.)

(Card by Gemma Correll)