One Wise Man

1214 hours

Greetings from under Leicester Gap Services motorway bridge, from the middle lane of the M1 Northbound. This, my friends, is as good as it gets – M&S sandwiches and a road trip in the rain, for ‘tis the season to be jolly. My erstwhile chauffeur Hutch and I are heading to Otley for Gig 3 of 19 of our ‘Two Wise Men Tour’, which began the day after the end of the Faustus ‘Cotton Lords Tour’. Sounds gruelling? Well there’s nothing like a night between tours in a Holiday Inn to refresh the soul, especially when the computer is down and the bar is free.

1534 hours

Having arrived at Otley I’ve gone native and am sitting in my hotel room wearing a flat cap and eating a local pork pie. Not just a flat cap, mind.

2331 hours

Been something of a gap in the blog as I have been busy/couldn’t be bothered. I’ve signally failed to fill you in on the delights of Southport (lovely venue, cheap bacon butties) so will now make amends by extolling the virtues of  my hotel room on an A road somewhere outside Huntingdon. For a start, there’s a bed. And a kettle. Um, that’s it. Gathering up strength to cross over into Norfolk tomorrow. I may go quiet for some time. If you haven’t heard from me in a couple of days, send a search party (well-armed).

November Newsflash

Today’s post comes from the downstairs, slightly shabby (chic) dressing room of the otherwise palatial New Theatre, Wimbledon, on the Bellowhead That’s All Folks Tour Part One, Day Five. Continue reading

Wish You Were Here

I’m at the seaside, down at sunny Sidmouth for the Folk Week, and if I said I wish you were here, I wouldn’t really mean it, I’m afraid. Continue reading

A Night Off

The sun is setting here over the Calder Valley as I sup a pre-prandial chez the Kirkpatricks – a welcome restful evening following a travel day, and a refreshing hiatus during this month’s Faustus tour. Continue reading

I’ll Take the High Road

So, it’s first thing in the morning and still dark outside Southampton Airport, and my flight to Glasgow is delayed. What better to do than pen another missal updating you, and myself, on recent and forthcoming activities? Whilst propping my eyelids open with a bacon sarnie? Continue reading

Oktoberfaust and more…

This missal comes to you from a service station on the M6, a tanning booth in St Neots, the picturesque and picturesquely-named village of Cockayne Hatley, a student-packed coffee house in the other university town, and a portacabin truck stop on the A1. Continue reading

March Missal

Morning all. Greetings from the sea front at Deal, where we (Faustus) have been hold up for the night prior to our foray into the hinterlands of Norfolk. Continue reading