5 May 2012
Good evening...or morning!
To say I'm tired would be a little bit like saying that Boris Johnson is a tiny bit of an awkward representation of Londoners everywhere. Yesterday was a pretty enjoyable palaver getting to the hotel and today was no less messy.
Breakfast fell muted and bruised over very good but under appreciated sausages and distinctly awful coffee. The morning passed relatively uneventful with a brief sojourn about historical Dublin - James Joyce's old stomping ground included - punctuated by small causal violence and unnecessary smoking in the turbulent outdoors.
Soundcheck went well, as did the acoustic set - who can complain when you've got a virtuoso violinist who appeared out of the ether and may or may not be made out of silk - and the band didn't play a bad set after either.
Now: off for a shower and bed. Who says rock and roll ain't hardcore these days?
See you bright and early tomorrow for the first leg South!
J. x
P.s. sorry for my lack of words. My fingers and brain are turning to dust.
05.05.12 • Opuss № I