Yes. The eight-legged cross-continental machine of delight known to you as crablin, i-deserve, wishpig and rrrachel are all back on UK soil.
Rach is currently on her way back to Bristol and last time I saw Matt and Robyn, they were cautiously embarking a District Line train from Hammersmith whilst I waited for a Piccadilly.
Here are a few pan-European Crabfacts:
(*) Belgium totally owns the UK on festival beer. Well priced, properly chilled and of course... Hoegaarden.
(*) The roads in France and Belgium are of a lower quality than those in the UK, but a lot easier to navigate, oddly.
(*) Broken French IS enough to get by.
(*) Travelling on a ferry at 4am is both humorous and stupid.
(*) Catching sight of a double-decker train just outside of Dunkerque when you're in madfresh danger of missing your ferry is enough to make a bad situation great.
(*) Delirium Tremens is god.
(*) Tesco Value noodles are totally the best festival food in existence. Versatile, quick and tasty. More importantly, they cost 8p per pack.
(*) Rachel, despite having only driven for 9 months, is amazing for successfully driving a 350 mile round trip on the wrong side of the road, even if it meant drinking a total of seven energy drinks.
(*) Rachel did in fact nearly kill us, though it was at the VERY LAST CORNER of the journey. "I forgot to drive on the wrong side of the road," is not a defence.
(*) Matt-Deserve tells the worst stories ever.
(*) Robyn brought a Whigfield album on cassette and we listened to the whole thing.
(*) I am just about ready to collapse...
Anything fun happen around here?