Luke and Tom kindly let me tag along to the Guardians of the Galaxy secret cinema.
Driving there in Luke’s car with no air-con and the smell of warm farts drifting from the direction of the back seat reminded me of the road trips of my early 20s. Still, Luke did an outstanding job of calmly navigating the busy London streets, despite the urgency of Tom’s poop firmly knocking at the back door.
Later, we hyper-jumped to Contraxia to join the battle of the clans. Pete and all the gang were there and everyone had a ruddy marvellous time. I’d love to share more photos, but those rotters locked it away for the duration of our trip.
I bloody loved my time in the Guardians universe.