If you were thinking the M25 was bad for traffic think again, 5 hours to do 80 miles. JB slept most of the way, in my car, which he always does, i like the sound of a man snoring, its heaven. The gig was in a casino, a small theatre called the Bears Den. I don’t know, what goes on. A good gig and nice people too, thanks for coming along. Then back in the car and back up to Toronto, another 3 hours on the way back. I know my blogs have seemed a little tired, i dont mean to be, i write them mostly when im getting into bed, its a lonely moment, and not a great time to be writing a blog. In future i will cover myself in honey and sit by a pool in the sun. Its been a good tour and im thankful for all the people i have met and all of the shows. I have been me as much as me can be me, and then im someone else, not me. Together we have travelled a few thousand miles and the old head has spun a bit, just because for some reason im not feeling grounded, its no big deal. Thank you to a lady who wrote to me today and gave me a lesson in gut feelings, i was very moved, anyway enough for now, its a lucky 7 then its bed time. Dreaming of the desert and the horse with no name.
Love to all of our great fans who came to see us, we love you as much as it looks like you love us, together we are all family.
Back home now, the map above shows the weather for the route.