If my back's anything to go by this morning then bathtubs are not recommended for sleeping in. Apart from that though it's all good. I'm currently camped out in the back of our van with coffee and painkillers so the world's taken on a very immediate yet fuzzy quality. It's not a bad state of affairs. I can cope.
We're on our way South today and will be playing two early evening sets at two different pubs before making it all the way to County Wexford and home.
Quite frankly the idea of a proper bed is just too good to have to wait for. Not that I didn't have to option last night, but just how often does one get the chance to try and drink Irina under the toilet?
On second thoughts, there may actually be a small madman driving hammers into my spine. I'm getting too old for this.
J. x
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