By this stage I am operating entirely on fatalism, so when my first couchsurfing offer comes from Indian student Aditya I'm happy to accept a sofa in the student halls.
Entering town just before lunch on a Friday I know I've got one shot to see the council as most staff knock off early. Upon seeing a Triumph motorcycle dealership, and with Triumph's factory being so close to Nuneaton, I take a gamble on finding an anglophile behind the counter. Alexander, the owner of the shop (US Chopper), is the model of German efficiency. In five minutes and three phone calls I have the name, number and even an appointment with Kristina Neumann from the international relations department. After an entertaining meeting I leave with both her and the Lord Mayor's signatures.
As for the rest of Friday night, that starts with a home-cooked Indian meal, an interview with the local newspaper, more help from Alex, a scooter tour of the city and descends into drunken student oblivion. Absolutely top hole...
Next stop, Dresden.