It gets like that. Another good show. Tour buses arrive and i go back to NY for the bed of my hotel and a hire car. Its my bed and i will lie in it. Mike from Australia drives me back from the gig. He follows sat nav and we go the most obscure route, and the Holland Tunnel is down to one lane, i lose the will to live but keep my rag, i know the end is in sight. Thought about Simon’s album, stuck my nose in where its not needed, like some old auntie who thinks he knows how the flowers should be arranged. Silly sod. Chimps.