Woke up at Andy's, grateful to be hungover free, and then picked up Vicky for a jaunt to London. I know we've had our differences (at my birthday, mostly) but Vicky is an awesome friend...I mean, who else would go all the way to London and back with me on a Sunday afternoon, especially in my car which is constantly on the verge of explosion?
The show as just weird. Basically a show in creche. Why did they book me for this? I am not a child's entertainer. I was cutting stuff to buggery to the extent it was barely the same show. Awkward, and awful. They stuck with it - well, the parents did, the kids didn't care either way. Made £23 on the door. Covered my fuel, at least.
Very worried about a speed camera on the way there - it went from 40 to 30 and on the 30 sign it had an average speed camera attached? Is that allowed? Seems a bit unfair. Especially as I was still doing 40. It's almost like they don't want people on the roads these days.
The next tour - I'll do it all by public transport.
Evening went to the leaving do for my mate Jack, who is moving to the US. It was weirdly emotional, especially as, as a crowd, we're not an emotional type. It just felt kind of permanent. I'll miss his cynical rants about my choice of bands and disagreements about country music. Seriously, I will, absolute legend of a man.
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