A day off, in the bus driving to Seattle, it seemed to zoom by. I had my first Subway sandwich, not sure what I thought about that, practical springs to mind. On the crew bus everyone piles into the back room to play music and smoke what smells like old slippers, it’s a strong pungent smell, one I know would floor me. Once in the city I went to my room and unpacked, I don’t know why, then diner with Grace and Richard. Some great reviews are flying in for the tour, which feels lovely. We are so tight at the moment, I watched some film of the last show and I was taken by the look and the sound. Its almost like I don’t belong in the picture yet I do, its an outer body performance. A higher power moment of great good fortune. An early night for me and time to catch up on some emails. Some FIP on the radio and then see what happens. I’m tempted to change rooms, because I can and its still early. If you want to write here is the email fanabout@me.com see you there. Thank you for reading my sulken diaries.