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Day 17 - Dusseldorf

28 Sep 2009. 7 comments

Well today's 5 hour drive seems like a mickey mouse affair compared to tomorrow's 13 hour drive-athon. 650 miles from Dusseldorf to Bologna. The up side here as that we don't have to gig tomorrow night so we can get a good night's kip to be well rested for the 240 miles/5 hours from Bologna to Rome the following morning. Is this the rock and roll life style that you all thought I'd be leading? It's certainly not what I signed up for. Where's all the Champagne and late night parties on rich folk's yachts eh? eh? that's what I want to know...

Today consisted mainly of some flaccid conversation due to tiredness, followed by a couple of Ricky Gervais radio Shows that were provided by my mate Josh to try and keep me sane on the long drives; it worked a treat. I listen to them when I'm driving and then watch movies from the passenger seat. Today I watched Eagles Vs Sharks. It's sort of a poor man's Napoleon Dynamite (which is a great film), but without the funny bits. I kept watching in the hope that it would get better but to no avail.

I watched Vicky, Christina, Barcelona last week, which is a wonderful film. Woody Allen's back on form. It's a really thought provoking look at love...essentially.

I've taken a few pictures for those of you that dream of getting from the main hall to the glories of a rock 'n' roll back stage...

...in fact, I'm just thinking this kind of thing probably pisses you off...maybe you want me to perpetuate the myth!(?) Michael Jackson spent his career trying to make people see what artists do offstage as a mystery, and I seem to be spending mine telling you that for every magical moment on stage there are many more very regular (and irregular) hours spent in pretty dull spaces. Maybe that's why all these big name artists have their dressing rooms arranged with flowers and velvet drapes and whatever else... to keep the wool over their eyes.

As for me? I actually quite like the nothingness of backstage areas. I wouldn't want them to look any different. It feels like the right balance. Let's face it, it's not terribly natural to stand on stage singing songs for hundreds/thousands of people that you've never met, and having them clap and cheer for you while you absorb their adulation (due or undue). And to be honest, when you're caught up in that moment, it doesn't feel natural. It feels very comfortable, but not natural in the true sense of the word; it feels unreal. It's a major high; better than any drug!

SO... when you come off stage feeling like you've just swallowed the best high available and see the reality of long empty corridors, boxes of leads, florescent lights and toilets, it's very humbling. It helps you remember what is real and natural and - for me at least - it heightens the experience of what happens on stage, not takes away from it....

Monologue monologue monologue...enough... I'm off to drink pink champagne out of a lily, freshly picked this morning in Provence and flown up specially for the gig tonight, then sack a few roadies and maybe punch a photographer...till tomorrow...f

Toilets

Dinning Room

Empty Corridor

Immediately Back stage

Portable Kitchen

Empty Stairs

Dressing Room (complete with my traveling artwork and pictures)

Days 13, 14 & 15 (oh...& 16 too)

27 Sep 2009. 1 comment

Days 13, 14 & 15

Phew... last few days have flown by. I had planned on updating you daily but, sometimes things in life don't work out how you planned them..... so here's a round up of the last few days.

Day 13 - Belfast

What a day. I'd just played Groningen the night before so didn't get to bed until late but had to get up at the crack of dawn to drive to Amsterdam Airport, 200 miles away! We looked at getting flights from Groningen but they only fly to about 3 destinations in the UK, none of which were of use to me. So we got up (far too) early then hit the road and the morning traffic, but I was still feeling upbeat in the knowledge that I was bound for the green grass of Belfast. I flew from Amsterdam to Heathrow where I had a wait of a couple of hours for the next flight to Belfast. I sat out in the London sun with a cup of coffee and a smile. It was only about 9am but it felt like midday to me (in more ways than one). I caught the next flight to Belfast and felt very proud of myself as I didn't miss any flights...not only that but I was there early.... ridiculous that I should feel proud of that as it should be the norm, but it simply hasn't been the norm for me over the last year or so... I usually get there with a second to spare, sweating like a fully clad soldier in a sauna, or I miss the flight altogether. Well...not anymore... it's the new me ;)

It was such a welcome cool air that blew in Belfast. Having been in warmer climates for the last few week I could feel the nip in the air but to all of Belfast it was like the heat of a Summer evening. I saw a group of girls hitting the town in not much more than knickers and bra, which in fairness probably had as much to do with them being numb to the cold after 'swally-ing' a six pack of Smirnoff Ice as it had to do with the Summer evening vibe.

Anyway... I was so full of beans all day. Joanne came and met me at the soundcheck and we went for something to eat and talked non stop about everything and nothing; it was BLISS! It was so good to see her. So good that I forgot my 'no alcohol before the gig' theory, and had a couple of drinks... this didn't help at all. I instantly became aware of how tired I was. On top of this, the gig got pushed back to slightly later as it was taking longer than expected to get people into the marquee... so I ended up have a fair old wait backstage. I kept drifting off on the couch before realising it was a terrible idea to have a sleep before playing; that would completely mess with my MOJO, so I danced around the dressing room with a G&T until show time.

I'm not gonna go into details about the show here as that sort of thing is about being there. However, I will say a couple of things. Firstly, I LOVE playing Belfast. It always feels like a real homecoming. Like I'm catching up with old friends and I'm under no pressure to perform, which makes me want to perform all the more.
The other thing I'd say is this: SORRY!! I'm afraid that in my 'tired and emotional' state I rambled on a bit about Politicians... BIG MISTAKE!!!! The trouble with feeling so at ease with the Belfast crowd is that I don't filter my thoughts. I may as well be sitting down having a one to one with a close friend. But that's not the case. Although people there know the music, I suppose they don't know me personally and therefore may take what I say the wrong way (a girl Elizabeth commented on this already actually...). What I said about Politicians was a facetious comment, and not meant to be taking seriously. I'm not Bono. I'm not a voice for such things...so sorry if I offended anyone else. The best thing to do is tell me to shut up and sing, at which point I'll agree, then shut up and sing.... ;)

And lastly: thanks for a wonderful homecoming... it was just what I needed!

Day 14
Well, this was a day off at home in London, where I got to see the unbearable cuteness of being in the form of my daughter Ella. She tried to show me how she can now go up curbs on her bike, but in her excitement to share her new skill she went flying into the curb at the wrong angle and ended up on her ear; poor thing! We cycled, walked, talked, cuddled, kissed, ate dinner, got our PJs on, made some pop corn and fell asleep on the sofa, watching a movie...nuff said....

Day 15
Another morning at home. The sun was shinning, the coffee was brewing and Joanne was making up a batch of Pancakes with bacon and maple syrup. I really miss breakfast time when I'm on tour. It's a big thing in our house, even on school mornings: coffee, toast, eggs, juice, fruit, yoghurt...the lot...

We went to Greenwich Park for a bit and let Ella round around like a wee'n possessed (wee'n being an Irish term for a kid: a small person - wee one). She was endlessly running from pillar to post and never seeming to tire... do you remember being like that?

It was all going wonderful until I had to say good-bye in a restaurant at Heathrow Terminal 5. Ella was straight into the crying, Joanne straight into the consoling and I, straight into the security check queue trying to keep it together. It was actually harder saying good-bye this time than it was at the beginning of the tour. We're now looking at them coming out to the Paris show, as I have a morning off there...let's hope it works out.

I got into Hamburg around 5pm local time and met my other wife - The Tour Mole - who showed me some sights in Hamburg and gave me a blow by blow account of his sight seeing, complete with a billion pictures....

I'm meeting some record label folk today to talk about releasing my stuff in Germany, which will be great if it all works out. I really like playing here. The people are friendly and LOVE their music... so let's see....

Well, there you have it... whatever "it" is......

Looking forward to playing tonight in Hamburg... I'll update you on how it all goes... till then, goodnight San Diego...and stay classy...f

ooops... would appear that I didn't get a chance to upload the last post today so I have to paste Day 16 here, turning this marathon post into a triathlon post!

Today has been blissfully quite. I got up around 09:30, pleasant in and of itself, and dipped my toe in the cold water that was the hotel's complimentary breakfast. You always know where you stand with a hotel breakfast when the "fresh orange" is in fact diluted from concentrate. I knew it was gonna be bad so I went for the apple thinking it might be marginally better...BUT....wooooh... holy rotten apples bat man, this juice tastes like liquidised horse dung with a shot of apple toothpaste... NEVER again. I quickly retreated to a quint café down the road for a coffee and some form of bread thing (not sure what it was, but it was a darn sight better than hotel breaky). I sat there in the sun for a bit reading my book. One of the many books I've brought with me. It's a book on the world's most famous equation; E=mc2 ... This makes me sound like a swat, which is something I can only ever dream of being. It's really interesting actually. It's funny how an equation like that can be so familiar, so mysterious and around you every day all at once!

Then on my return to the hotel I noticed the pub beside the hotel is called...wait for it....Einstein... I think it's maybe a sign that I should leave music behind and spend my life between blackboards and Bunsen burners... well maybe not, but it's definitely a sign!

Truth is, I shouldn't be allowed anywhere near a Bunsen burner. The only time I was near one was in school when experiments mainly consisted of me, John Gibson, Stanley Brown and Ricky Orr sucking the fumes to see who could inhale the most before passing out.

I find that the majority of the things I hated in School are now the things I want to know most about! I don't think it was ever meant to be though. I'm a kinesthetic leaner, and at my school we used to spend whole periods copying chapters from text books in a lot of classes, which is a far cry from hands on, I'm sure you'd agree! I did have some really good teachers though. Mr Tinney - Maths... he was friendly but stern and always smelt of Jovan Musk. Which admittedly was only ever one step above Brutt 33 but at the time we thought it was the smell of a man who knew things...

Anyway, as much as I'm enjoying writing here, I'm sure you're getting a bit sleepy just reading all this, so I'll sign off.

Until tomorrow, take care of yourselves....and each other.... oooh it's all about the cheese round here ;)

f

Here's some pictures of the last few days...

Now we've started

Moments before, tear ridden mayhem

Proof that Squirels smoke pipes

Twilight in Hamburg

Toilet art in the form of a fly... I've seen better

The sign

Day 12 - Groningen

23 Sep 2009. 7 comments

It was Tour Mole's birthday last night and Jackie (manager and co-conspirator at Wurdamouth Records) had laid on a bottle of Champagne in the Tour Mole's room. It was actually very touching to see his reaction, he was genuinely moved by it. I mean it was just a bottle of shampers but he wasn't expecting anything at all so it really took him by surprise.

Anyway, my original plan was to go straight to bed that night as I knew it was a long old day in the car, but how could I do that with there being a bottle of Moet there and Tour Mole celebrating another year in the world. So, we sat up and polished it off. It was good stuff too.....

Really felt it this morning though... I think the mixture of being really tired already didn't help. However it was very much worth it.

We headed to a small café for breakfast. I should have got a plain old croissant, but we ended up getting three big sugary buns and cutting them in half for a taste test...bad move!

Tonight's gig went well, and I've had a word with the promoters about coming back for my own shows next year...see you soon Holland...f

They were kind enough to name the venue after me tonight...good publicity I reckon...

Day 11 - Travelling to Germany

22 Sep 2009. 3 comments

What a day. I don't mean that in an eventful way. In fact it was devastatingly uneventful. It consisted of a 13 hour journey from Norway to Germany...yes, 13 hours! We kept ourselves entertained with stupid games, like, (using a local magazine) I would begin a sentence and stop half way through leaving the Tour Mole to make up the rest...how rock'n'roll eh! It was all utter drivel but we found it hilarious. This is the reality of touring. The 'behind the scenes', if you will.

Something funny happens when you're on tour, and spending copious amounts of time in one person's company. You start to get, what can only be described as, cabin fever. You find yourself talking in ridiculous accents and pissing yourself laughing at jokes that you would generally find tedious, repetitive and annoying. I don't know why that is, but it just is!

I always find it odd being in other people's company, for a few days after I've come back from a tour. I expect them to feel as tangental and easily pleased as I've become, but while I've been off trolling motorways and stopping at endless roadside cafés they've been having, what's commonly known as, 'a life' ;)

I have a theory that if we all lived in tents the world would be a better place. And I now see that that theory has a nemesis. Namely, if we all lived on the road! If we all lived our lives on tour the world would be unbearable and insane. I like the time to think. I like the time for conversation, even if it's about nothing in particular. I like seeing new places, faces and cultures. I like the opportunities to focus on books, films, creative ideas etc that you wouldn't normally have a chance to engage with. BUT, and you'll notice it's a big but, it would all amount to nothing if there was no anchor. Nothing to return to. Nothing to measure it against. I don't know why I'm bothering myself even thinking about this, being as it's never gonna be a reality...but there you go. Maybe that's another thing that happens on tour; you start to concern yourself with things that aren't fruitful, or even relevant.

I watched a film today on Roger's portable cinema. The film was Max Payne, but it should have been called 'Max Payne-ful to watch'. It was utter dirge. See through story line, awful script and pretty bleak acting to boot. I wouldn't even have watched it to the end if it hadn't been for stopping the first film I started watching, 10 minutes into it. I didn't want to stop another so I kept on watching. Thankfully it was so bad that it made it enjoyable in another way. However the first film I started was called 'Shutter'...more like flipping Shitter if you ask me... it doesn't even deserve any more word space on this blog, and that's saying something as pretty much everything else I've written here is the tired, late night rambling of a man on tour....

On that note comrades, I'll sign off until tomorrow, when hopefully I'll be less tired and maybe more will have happened in the day!!!

You're good folk, no matter what the others say about you....f

What a sight...172 miles on one [very well laid] road

An empty park on the edge of Denmark

all at sea between Denmark and Germany

This is what the Tour Mole calls me: Mr Foy

It was the Tour Moles birthday today (birthday wishes welcome) and the lovely Jackie Hughes arranged for a bottle of Champagne to be waiting for him in his room...only lasted about 30 minutes!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MR MOLE!!!!

Day 10 - Norway

22 Sep 2009. 3 comments

We left Copenhagen this morning at around 08:30 and drove to Norway, via Sweden. You've got to give it to the greater Europeans; they know how to build roads. They second we got on the motorway in Denmark, John (our sat nav [I HATE that terminology...hence why we call it John]) stated that we should stay on that road for 187 miles... It was pretty much a direct route through three countries.

Direct but not simple. Well the roads were simple but the journey was not. We got stop at the Swedish border by the Police (Polis). The conversation went as follows:

Polis Lady: "Do you have anything to declare?"

Me: "No!"

Polis Lady: Where are you going?"

Me: "Norway."

Polis Lady: "What are you doing in Norway?"

Me: "A gig."

Polis Lady: "A what?"

Me: "A gig. I'm a musician."

Polis Lady: "Please pull over to the side sir"

From there they proceeded to ask us endless questions. Where are you from? Where are you coming from? How long have you been in Europe? Do you have drugs? etc....
I had to empty the contents of my pockets onto a green box before being frisked. Meanwhile they were questioning the Tour Mole separately, to see if our stories coincided. Then out came the sniffer dogs. They ransacked the back of the van, emptying CDs out all over the road before hoping around in the front of the van sniffing and snotting all over our apples and bananas. Then they popped the bonnet - not the dogs themselves of course - and the dog hopped onto the engine and had a good snout about there too. They whole time, being full of confidence, I was trying to be friendly with the Polis, but they didn't give much away. At one stage, whilst Police Lady was rummaging through Tour Moles laundry and mobile office equipment, and the dogs were in the back of the van, one of the other guys looked at me with an authoritative stare and said "are you sure you don't want to tell me anything before the bell rings?" I almost wanted to tell him I did have something illegal, even though I didn't. For a minute I thought, I wonder does he know something I don't? Maybe I do have something and I've just forgotten...(?)

when they eventually realised there was nothing to realise, they switched modes. I was saying I quite enjoyed the new experience and then the other gentleman proceeded to tell me about his one and only trip to Belfast. Him and a friend were in a bar getting drunk and telling the locals that they wanted to see the real Belfast. At this point one of the locals perked up and said, if you want to see the real Belfast I'll show you. He then gave the two unassuming Swedes a name of a pub on the Falls Road and said, meet me there tomorrow at 11am. I should add that this was not during peace time in Northern Ireland. Anyway... turns out the Ulster man was taking the piss as he never showed up the next day, but the Swedes did only to be met with major suspicion. Apparently they sat there being stared at whilst both shaking like an old engine before making a quick exit only to see four people in the street shaking a car stopped at the lights.... I assured him it was not like that now, unless you're out on a Saturday night. Point is (if there is a point in telling you all this) that it's always interesting when you get talking to people; 9 times out of 10 you find a commonality!

On another note. My first gig in Norway was very enjoyable. The lights all went out, very unexpectedly, during my last song (Indiscriminate Act of Kindness), which could have been a bad thing but I think it work for the better. It created an atmosphere that wasn't there before. About half way through the song they came back on, but I asked them to turn them back out and played the rest of the song unplugged from the middle of the stage. It's not always good to change tactics in the middle of a song, not least of all this one, as it's one that really needs the story to be unfettered and pure, however on this occasion I think it worked...for me at least. All the lights were out and there was no amplification, just a couple of thousand people in a room sharing a moment in the dark and I, for one, loved it!

Till tomorrow...f

Day 9 - Denmark

20 Sep 2009. 5 comments

Today was quite a good day for travelling. The weather was great, the roads were clear, the journey was broken up by a ferry ride from Puttgarden in northern Germany to Rodby in southern Denmark. It was all very pleasant. Until, that is, the Tour Mole and I started talking politics.

The thing with talking politics is this: In reality, my view is ever changing, which makes talking politics futile and imperative, simultaneously..... Anytime I talk politics there's enough friction going on within me, let alone any opposing views in the conversation. It was interesting, and at times heated but more or less unenlightening... sort of like politics itself I suppose....

I started watching a film/documentary called 'Vile Pervert' on the Tour Moles travel video thingy. It's by, and about, Jonathan King the songwriter, DJ and general man about the musical town, who was imprisoned for sex offences, that he claims are untrue....and I think I agree with him. Someone made claims (via Max Clifford, the man that controls the media) 30 years after the alleged event. The proof was more or less non existent but the press saw a story and people came out of the woodwork to blame him and cash in on their "stories".... anyway, I should say no more as it's hard to know any real truth in these situations; I only mention it because it's a very thought provoking docu-film (or whatever they're called).

On another note... I'm loving Copenhagen! Clean air, friendly people, good coffee, good architecture, good vibe! Had a great gig in the Royal Opera House. The people were very attentive and ready to go wherever I led, which is always very liberating.

Just this second, fireworks have stared going off, and being that my dressing room is up a few floors with a large window overlooking the city, I'm getting a wonderful display!

Mange Tak Denmark and goodnight....

Here's some pics from today...f

I want this car

Speaks for itself

A café I found by the water in Copenhagen

another view of the same thing

a painting waiting to happen

Theses disco ball-esq sculptures were twice the height of me, and hanging in the foyer of the venue

Matt Chamberlain doing his thing...

The canal outside the venue... this doesn't give you any real idea of how beautiful this vista was, but here it is nonetheless...

Day 8 - Travelling to Hamburg

20 Sep 2009. 1 comment

Well, it was a pretty uneventful day all things considered. Aside from the hotel room after the Luxembourg gig. The escalator door opened on the 9th floor and I was greeted with the sound of a woman in the throws of - or at least pretending to be in the throws of - immense pleasure. It wasn't so bad at first as it was all over within a couple of minutes. Say no more. BUT, then just I was about to close my eyes and drift of into blissful rest, they started up again. It would appear that I had only caught the tail end out round one, because round two went on inordinately long. Either they were still going went I got up for breakfast or it had entered my sub-conscience whilst dreaming and I was merely hearing echoes.

That's the thing with hotels; you never know who you're gonna get as neighbours. On the Botel in Amsterdam I had another noisy neighbour. At first I thought we must be near a train station until I realised that it was someone snoring next door. I've never heard anything like it!!! I say he was a very large gentleman, with a skin fool of drink and a gut full of kebabs by the sounds of things.

Anyway. The trip to Hamburg passed uneventfully, but with some very beautiful scenery and some meandering conversation. Tour Mole and I have talked about all the big subjects perhaps prematurely, as we've now turned communications with one another into silly accents and offensive quips. All for fun of course. However we did have a brief tiff today.... it's sort of like being married, but to someone who is not your preferred sex nor temperament, which makes things interesting and potentially explosive. Having said that, we have quite a clear understanding and any misunderstandings are soon cleared up.

I would have posted this last night when I arrived in Hamburg but the hotel didn't have internet so you're getting it today and today's one later tonight... you see how it works with me guys... you get two for one with me eh... huh?...eh?...wah? (a Northern Irish way of accentuating a previous statement.... just finish it with any or all of the above: That was some gig tonight wah? huh? what's that you're saying to me?...oh aye...it was a good gig alright")...

Couldn't resist stopping in here en route... oooooh aaaaaaaah (not a ghoul in site)

I think this translates as "Persons before dung & curry farting" (I think they're specialists in making people with loose bowels feel like they're more that their omissions...I guess...?)

Herbal Shnapps in Hamburg.... apparently it helps you digest, but this one would do more to bring your dinner back up than settle it...IT WAS RANK!

Tour Mole about to sink the vile potion...

Day 7 - Luxembourg

19 Sep 2009. 5 comments

Only seven days in and I'm punctured. Can you believe it! The ideal way to do a tour is to finish the gig and get straight on a bus and go to sleep, then wake up in the next city. However, the mighty Tour Mole and I are packing down the gear at the end of the night then driving back to our hotel/room with a mattress and occasionally a toilet, getting to sleep around 2am then getting up around 9am for a minimum of 5 hours drive to the next city to start all over again. If it wasn't for the sheer delight of playing music to new audiences I wouldn't dream of doing such a thing. I like travelling and all that but this kind of travelling doesn't take long to become tedious for someone like me... Which is why I find it unbelievable to meet people at the shows who are seeing the whole tour!!!! You heard me: THE WHOLE TOUR!! Now if that's not a die hard fan I don't know what is. These folk do all the driving, more waiting around, being as they tend to wait for ages after the gig to catch a glimpse of Tori, but all without any real purpose bar that of watching a gig that, give or take a few songs, is the same gig... I can't get my head around it. I've never been that big a fan of someone that I would even think about the thought of imagining doing such a thing! But there you go... although, I can't help but wonder where they work? A place that;
1 they can take that kind of time off without being fired?
2 That pays them enough to travel Nations eating out for every meal, paying for hotels, car hire, petrol and everything else?

Anyway...

I'm not that kind of fan, but I am a fan. Mainly of musicians though.... which leads me to this. Tori's drummer introduced himself as Matt (Really cool guy...very down to earth and open) but it urns out he's not Matt. Well, he is Matt, but he's not just Matt... he's only Matt Chamberlain! now that may not mean much to you but it meant a lot to me. He was the original drummer for Pearl Jam, before Dave Abbruzzese joined!!! If you check out Pearl Jam's first video - Alive - it's Matt!

On top of that, he's played on other albums that I love. When The Pawn by Fiona Apple for instance, Produced by Jon Brion (another legend!). The drumming and drum sound on that record is sensational...and it's him!

Finding this out was the first time in ages that I've felt like a genuine fan. Thing is, he didn't even tell me any of this. It was a drummer friend of mine called Stephan that came to the Zurich gig, and I was saying to him "what did you think of Matt? He's wonderful isn't he!" to which Stephan replied, "yeah, Matt Chamberlain's right up there" .... the floor around me began to turn yellow as I urinated myself.

Anyway... enough waxing.... time for bed... merci le Luxembourg, et bonne nuit ...f

Approaching warp speed

Full warp

The glory of tonight's dressing room

Couldn't get away with this business name where I come from... unless of course you have vehicles with warp speed

Day 6 - Amsterdam

17 Sep 2009. 10 comments

Today's been good. Had a day off more or less. hung out around the Botel, the boat/hotel we're staying at, and played a game of pool with a hideously drunk Scots woman which was good fun.

Then I went into town on the ferry and met a friend from London, who happened to be in Amsterdam, called Jamie Woon (see the pic below).

Another friend called Paul, from back home, was also in Amsterdam so he came to the gig and we had a good catch up although we did get sort of cornered by another very drunk woman and her partner. Very good folk altogether but she was SOOOO pissed. She spoke for ages but I think I understood about 4 words.

The Tour Mole is now behind me trying to usher me out of the venue so this post will have to end here I'm afraid... til tomorrow...f

The Botel (rough and ready)

Nice colourful houses

The place to get all things Woon....

NYEEEEEEEEEE

Day 5 - traveling to Amsterdam

17 Sep 2009. 2 comments

Never mind four seasons - we just did four countries in one day!
Switzerland - Germany - France - Holland
We drove for 11hours with very few stops..... by the time we got to Amsterdam I was fit for nothing but Tour Mole insisted we go into town for something eat and then hit a café..... Something very odd about all the sex shops in town. It all feels a bit, well, ridiculous really. It's funny how a sex shop can be so unbearably unsexy. It's kind of like being really into BMW cars and walking into a shop with wall to wall models of cars, posters of them, pictures of them with their body work off etc but nothing that actually gets you any closer to truly experiences the real deal of a driving sensation.....anyway. We headed into to and got something to eat and then hit a café before heading back to our hotel, which is a Boat! Sleeping was great, as it was like being rocked, however sitting here now typing this up the same rocking it just making me feel a bit unwell. So with that, I'm off into town again to meet up with a fellow artist Jamie Woon (wonderful stuff altogether!!) as he's in town for his own gig tonight.

Will update today's events later on, from the dressing room where the floor doesn't move and the internet is free....f

nyum

mmm?

Thought this was very interesting. I asked for Jesus but they only had diamonds...?

Tour Mole sleeping... he looked so relaxed that I couldn't help myself from tapping the brakes occassionally, to see him snap forward like a whip and then go straight back to sleep... in car entertainment.

Wonnegau Service Stop? yes...I do love, do you?

Germans know how to do service stops, I'll tell you that!

the other view from Wonnegau

Entering Amsterdam after our 11hour drive....welcom site I tell you...

Sign on the boat. The writing says "drug are not prohibited but if you take drugs don't annoy people!!" Only in Amsterdam...