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.
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.
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).