Alcohol kills more people in this country than Cancer, and here in my hotel i hear young people shouting crying and screaming at each other as they enjoy their first week at Uni, its called freshers week. I can’t sleep as i hear the pitch of their voices rise and fall, i hear tears as a young girl speaks on the phone, she is crying for help, possibly to a parent. Mind you the first time i came to Plymouth was with my friend Jim, we dropped acid and went to see Arthur Brown play in a small club, it was empty. The Copthorne is a hotel right in the centre of the city, its due for the wrecking ball, i hope, its 70’s glamor has long faded and the days when we stayed here and rubbed shoulders with the Glitter Band and Mud are all long gone. My bed has been well lived in, slept in, done in. For two days we have worked hard on promo and the tour, and tonight saw our first show of this UK tour with our 14th album under our arms. It was a concert, mostly. We played well with technical problems here and there, the songs sound great, and afterwards people at the merch stand commented on our great our new album is, and how wonderful the show was. Many people have seen us down the years, recently awoken by the Cradle TV show and our documentary on the BBC. We are in the sandwich or a small rebirth, and a welcome one at that. Lucy on bass, she plays so well and melds us all in her femininity, Melvin strokes our songs with passion and grace, Simon is like the toy that won’t stop giving and Stephen is the gentleman of the keys. Glenn always delivers a good song and his leadership heads us to the merch stand where we signed a good amount of new albums, all great news. We are getting there. Like the young drunks heading home, they will get there too, we all get there because there is where we always want to be, rather than here where we are. A good night and some bed ways now for the oldest member of the team. I miss home already and its only night one. The very first time Squeeze played in Plymouth we came down in a Luton Van, Jools was in the band as was Harry and Paul, so early days. We had no seats in the back of the van so after the gig we knicked the sofa from the dressing room and enjoyed its comforts on the way back in complete darkness in the back of the van. Plymouth seemed millions of miles away from home in those days, it still does, Happy days.