During the course of any tour, nerves will fray and tempers will flare. Tonight, in a disagreement with Jym over the set list, I storm from the club in a hissy-fit, kicking over a garbabe can during my dramatic exit. Peace is quickly restored, but I must now endure teasing about the incident for the remainder of my natural life. I've never been prouder. The politically-correct food madness continues.
Today is undoubtedly the best of the entire tour.
While this not make for very interesting reading, it is a welcome relief for us. The people and events are all superlative, with special thanks to our pals in Boris the Sprinkler and Timebomb Tom, the promoter. This would all be pretty cool, except that the locals seem to prefer skateboarding to paying attention to us while we play. In fact, sometimes you can't win any. You could knock me over with a feather.