Friday, 20 April 2018

The night is long and full of terrors

The night is quiet, nothing stirred. I had finished watching a crap late night movie with a small glass of Pino before turning in the for the night and now I lay in bed drifting off into the land of nod.

As I slip softly into the arms of Morpheus next to me I can hear the gentle soft breathing of the Lovely L, as she too falls into  a gentle sleep by my side.

My mind starts to tick ever so slightly, as I don’t remember hearing L come in tonight, actually, I now start to recall, I wasn’t even expecting her, but what  a pleasant surprise it is to have her next to me sleeping. How wonderful she is.

I smile.

I start to stir a little more as I remember that L isn’t even in the country at the moment, She is abroad. So how can she be here? Yet the soft sound of her gently and dreamily breathing can clearly be heard right next to me.

Delighted with the thought of her surprising me like this I am now fully alert as I turn a sit up. To greet her with a soft kiss upon her brow.

I turn, but there is nobody with me, I am totally alone.

No doubt I was dreaming of the beautiful and wonderful woman I am missing so much that I must be imagining that she here with me. Thinking so hard of her soft eyes that I must have imagined I heard her soft breath.

I smile at myself the return to by dreamy thoughts of She and finally to sleep again.

But there it is again! This eerie breathing! actually in my bed, but I now know that I am alone. It is the witching hour and now I am awake and the soft rhythmic breath of somebody in a deep sleep is in my bed is both clear and close. So close. So spooky!

Goosebumps send a shiver down my spine and my blood runs cold in my veins, as I feel the icy claw of fear clutch at my beating heart.

It is said the mind can play tricks on us, as I imagine all kinds of horrors the night time brings, dreadful night, the child of hell, and this spirit is laying invisible next to me in my comfortable bed.

I do not move, I cannot move gripped in fear but I can open my eyes to look around the darkened room, lit only in the shadows by the silver moonlight which opaquely dances in the night. I see no other person, nobody, I know the pillow next to me is empty but the sound of breathing so close to me is undeniable and real and getting louder.

I summon up all of my courage and in one fell swoop I sit up and put on the light, reaching for the first world war bayonet I keep next to the bedside cabinet, I turn to face the opposite side of the bed, armed and ready to meet with whatever terror the night may hold, what demonic succubus may be waiting for me in the mad shadows.

The pillow is still empty! There is simply nobody there. I am alone.

As I scan the now illuminated room to try make sense of this eerie phenomenon, the inexplicable breathing in my lonely bed my eyes are drawn a little lower than into the middle of the bed, where I find spread out to his full length, with legs akimbo is my Maine-Coon cat, snoring away in his comfort and bliss! Oblivious to the terror he has wrought.

He goes by the name of EL Pollon he does and the little bugger shook me right up he did.

Sunday, 15 April 2018

Zeppelin over Europe

After the UK leg of the tour Europe beckons at last, over the Easter period we have a 5 show stint, three shows in Germany and one in Switzerland and a return to La Belle France.

We have brought  few new songs into the set, which is now dangerously approaching two and half hours for a this return to some favourite venues and a few new ones too.
We arrived at our hotel in Germany just in time to catch the second half of the Champions League Semi Final, and then the highlights of both exciting games.
I afforded myself a small beer and one Amaretto in honour of someone close to me who is poorly at the moment. To your health!

The venue Z7 in Switzerland, just fantastic, and our biggest crowd there to date. And once again the in house catering excelled itself once more and kept us very well wined and dined.
We brought enough of our new range of tee shirts to last the tour, however, so popular is the new design proving we actually sold it all out on the first date and have hardly any left for the rest of the shows.

Quite a bit of driving on this leg of the tour, after Switzerland we drove through Austria and Lichtenstein, around Lake Constance and through the town of Friedrichshafen. Where Ferdinand von Zeppelin established his dirigible and the Zeppelin was created. Onto our show in the beautiful medieval town of Memmingen in Baveria. The old town has many courtyards, castles, palaces and fortifications is one of the best preserved in all of southern Germany.

Peter and myself went out in  search of fridge magnets for his ever-growing collection, and refreshed ourselves with a local beer, well… when in Rome and all that. Known as the town of human rights, this refers to the Twelve Articles, considered to be the first written set of human rights in Europe, which were penned in Memmingen in 1525. With the biggest historical re-enactment in Europe. It commemorates the invasion of Wallenstein and his troops in 1630.
We met one of the re-enactors during are restorative beer in the towns old Square. He kindly  informed us all about the local history.

Anyway I digress, the show went very well, and 4 encores. And the next day another 4 hour drive to Dresden, our first visit to the venue and the great city. A Sell Out crowd to boot!

No curfew so we can let rip a little. The Rain Song once again brings the house down. We will be flying home for a couple of days before flying out to Paris for a sold out theatre show.
Leaving from City airport for the short hop to the City of Lights.
Thankfully, free booze on the flight, now there is a novelty nowadays, and a reunion with Le Chameau, The Camel, our famous guitar tech.
Chameau is famous in France and has his own fan club with large cheers from the crowd whenever he enters the stage, and rightly so.

Chameau reminded me of the time we were in Geneva, where he bought his lovely lady wife a beautiful turquoise ring as a gift, however, he managed, by deciding to spend his day off in London rather than with his wife, to incur the wrath of his good woman and was not entirely welcomed home with a loving embrace.
The day after our return I had a phone call from Mrs Chameau, I of course enquired as to the reception she gave the lovely gift from Geneva, ‘Oh’, she replied excitedly ‘he hasn’t given it to me yet’.
The voice of Chameau could be clearly heard in the background shouting from the other room ‘That’s ‘cos you told me to stick it up my arse’.

How I larfed, anyway. also a reunion with Michel, Mr. Rock n Roll, our tour manager and tonight our sound engineer too. There is not a man of more rock n roll on Gods green Earth!

We arrive the night before the show and the afternoon of the show I get a cab into the centre of town for lunch in the George V hotel with our lovely latest member of the SKA Music Ltd entourage.
There is a public transport strike in Paris today so stage time is held back to allow for latecomers to get into the magnificent Theatre De L’Allegria.

The sell-out crowd were well up for it from the start and got right behind the band, and the house packed despite the strike. The show is going well and all the songs received with vigour, until Moby Dick, highlighting the skills of our drummer Peter Tulloch. Which was rudely interrupted by the fire alarm going off inexplicably. Bit harsh  on the ears, but then I ‘spose it needs to be.
One of the French crew cam flying down the stairs 5 steps per stride!. It took about 10 minutes for the alarm to be turned off and the further 5 minutes for the power to be restored to the stage.
We finished the show to some pyromania from our wonderful French crew, where came as a surprise, as we hadn’t actually ended as we had the encores to play yet! 
                                          Standing Ovation
A great evening, thank you to all who came, just time for a few after show drinks before we depart the hotel at 9am for our flight home to London and a well-deserved fortnight off.
Well, meant  to be 9am but our cab driver was a bit of an idiot and parked blocking all the traffic despite there being several loading bays, so we set off to blaring horns for the short drive to Orly and the quick flight back to Dear Ol' Blighty.

Monday, 9 April 2018

The Beast from the East

Upon arrival at our bijou hotel in Zaragoza, we are excited to find that my room is complete with a washing  machine! This is pure manna from Heaven!
With a day off and time to wash some clothes. You have no idea how excited I am at this prospect.

Also by lucky happen-chance, the day we have off is 14th February, St Valentines Day.

Thankfully, for those who take an interest in this annual event,  Zaragoza can be a romantic city, beautiful cathedral on the banks of the river and is full of good restaurants, and we found a small Italian before heading off into the old town in search of the mysteries of the graffiti filled back-streets and the dive bars hidden therein.

After we drank several dive bars out of Amaretto, we decided time to retire for the evening and head back to our groovy hotel in the old town, the streets are eerily quiet at 4am.

This short walk inexplicably took a lot longer than the expected 5 minutes, more like an hour! The Police even followed us for a short while! God knows why, but we gave them the slip by using the hotel side entrance.

The tour of Spain finished in a blaze of glory, the final four shows culminating in a packed house on a Sunday evening in Terrassa, where I was invited up onstage with Deaf Leppard for a rousing version of ‘Pour Some Sugar on Me’. Despite only knowing 5 words to the song I think I pulled it off?

After which it was the short drive to Barcelona and a well-deserved night off, ok we did drink one or two of the dive bars clean out of Amaretto again, before and after the essential visit to Caracoles, the best restaurant in this historic city.
                                   Amaretto Darling? Two?

The company in Barcelona was both charming and delightful, and a great pleasure to spend some down time with. We have 2 more shows after one day off back in the UK so it is 16 shows in 23 days with only 3 actual rest days. Of which none were actually spent resting, more like frequenting the many dive bars, well, ain’t they the best?

                                    Then the snow came.

Britain froze, the Beast from the East they so called it.

The biting cold froze the very pits of our souls. Yet it could not stop the Letz Zep juggernaut on its quest to bring the very best of the music of Led Zeppelin to the nation. We drove through the land of the ice and snow and fulfilled all our touring commitments, well done to El Gremlino our driver. He earned his crust those shows.
His gnarly little hands tightly clutching the wheel.

After such a hard-touring schedule the band are on fire! Playing every show with the same vigour and enthusiasm as the first. 
A big thank you to those who braved the inclement weather and attended the shows.

Onto Legends of Rock in Great Yarmouth, so many good bands, so many lovely people. Oh, and Eddie, great accommodation for the band this year! You pulled the stops out there! Please don’t tell me it was in error!

We arrived at Legends as early as we could to enjoy the occasion and meet up with friends old and new. We would like to spend more time checking out many of the great bands they have on the weekend event, but our tour schedule won’t allow that, so we take as much in as possible whilst there. Even found the pool table this year!

Nobby Mills our promoter from Spain was in attendance too. so a small reunion there! 

As always, the band put in a sterling performance. A big thank you to the crew for the seamless running and the excellent sound. With so many bands these guys really knock their pipe out.
Sadly, we had to leave soon after breakfast for our show in Holmfirth the next day. But it is easy to see how this event sells out every year, I advise book early!!!

The London show looms large, and the launch of our new range of merch, rather dashing too if I don’t say so myself. Wonderfully designed by Silvia Perett. As always only top quality gear, one of me, one of Andy, and I think one of Peter to follow soon.
Andy tee shirt come in both Black and (Andy) Gray, singer tees only in Black, the colour of my immortal soul.

The show is selling very fast and approaching a sell out on the night, also, by coincidence, the same day Led Zeppelin release the remaster ‘How the West was Won’ on all formats and for the very first time, on vinyl. So, this show, being Soho, we name the show ‘How The West End Was Won’.
All went well, packed house, fantastic reaction from the lovely people, and we didn’t have to go far to find a dive bar.

A great night, even if I did manage to lose my keys and couldn’t get into my house ‘til gone 3am!
Next stop…….. Germany

Thursday, 15 February 2018

The rain in Spain - Tour 2018

And so it began, 14 shows in 3 weeks in Sunny Spain, Well maybe not so sunny at this time of the year. The weather is decidedly inclement and reminds us much of the weather we thought we left behind in England.

The plan was to arrive in Valencia the night before the tour starts to be relaxed and refreshed for the tough run of dates. However, partying til 4 am wasn’t really helping that cause. But like the troopers we are we battle through, do a great show then hit the bars in the old town once more.

We do not have our usual driver on this trip, instead we have a local. A good worker, but speaks no English, but then it gives us all a chance to practice our Spanish. Which is good enough to introduce the band, order food and drink and get into trouble.

On drums we have Don Pedro, the Pedromadre! El Guapo on guitar, El Nino as JPJ and of course myself El Santo on vocal. Why do people laugh when I am introduced as such?

Onward to Castillon, where we are appearing on TV with Nacho, a famous magician here in Spain. He has his first TV series where he displays his magic tricks for us. As well as amazing some of the audience as they enter the packed venue. Nice bloke too.

To Murcia and Malaga, in the teaming rain. I don’t think this part of the world has seen such rainfall, streets flooded, thankfully this doesn’t seem to affect the attendances too much. Nor the band spirits which remain high. Nothing like working with a good bunch of guys.

Seville is a lovely town where we spent our first night off, doing the tourist bit by the cathedral.

The band fully warmed up now and latest additions to the set, The Song Remains the Same and The Rain Song going down particularly well. We are doing 4 encores per night and we need the rest day, or should I say, go into the old town and get drunk day.

Including a walk along the river by the Torre D’Oro, a drunken horse and carriage ride around the town, the open top carriage certainly was exposing!  When we left Seville, I got the impression it was just about the right time, as we would soon have worn out our welcome in some of the bars, not to mention the monastery!

And then the snow came.

It is a long drive north to Burgos, a lovely old town full of history and tales of Napoleonic sieges. The Duke of Wellington himself held the town. Statues of El Cid adorn the bridge.

Woke up the next day to reports of an earthquake in Burgos! Apparently a biggie, reports of people in the shower hanging on for grim death, dogs hiding under the bed, people fleeing for their lives. I don’t know anything about this, I must have slept through the lot.

Now every tour has a mishap, and ours came in Burgos, where a bloke resembling Beavis from the cartoon made off with a load of our cash! However, we did know where he worked and were able to exact a form of revenge before the drive to Oviedo.

Now, Santiago de Compostela !!!!!!

There is a name that resonates through the century’s. A place of pilgrimage, the magnificent Cathedral where the relics of St James rest, whom the town is named after! We stop at the marvellous building and pay homage to the saint in a manner we felt appropriate.

We finished the show and once the public had left the building the venue put all the shutters down, I thought this a bit odd as we haven’t loaded the gear into the van yet. I asked them to open again only to find the shutters had broken and we and our equipment locked inside the venue!

It is festival time here and the streets full of revellers. But we somehow managed to find a quiet little street just by the old city wall for some peace and privacy. The sound of my heeled boots on the cobble stones sounds more like cloven hooves rattling down the ancient and now misty street.

Boiro is a small fishing village, the smallest town on this stretch of dates, but we still get a police escort to the venue! Apparently the biggest man-hunt in all of Spain came to an end recently. Nice little venue too, and well attended as was the Monday night show in A Caruna.

So: 5 shows on the bounce, a we play the full set every night, the crowds still want more, and we can’t resist giving it to them.

Today a travel day, and then a much needed day off in Zaragoza. I’ll be back with more later.

Sunday, 21 January 2018

Gigs and dive bars,

Hoping you all had a great festive season. After a short rest we start 2018 in earnest!

We finished 2017 in the snow of Germany. With a short 5 date tour, taking in the historic city of Nurmburg. We arrive the night before the show, and go of for a wander to discover the delights of this ancient and beautiful city.

It is late and the bars are sadly closed. The cold starts to bite and we despair of finding a local hostelry that will sell refreshment to the weary traveller, such as we.
Luckily, one of our party spots a bar closing, the wrought iron chairs scrape along the pavement alerting us to their presence. Inside the small dark venue as the heavy velvet curtains are drawn tight.

We ask if perhaps there is time for just one quick drink, after which we will be on our merry way, all the better for the refreshment we can hope to find within.

Our gracious host explains that we are of course welcome, however, we must know that although in all appearance closed to the outside world. The bar is in fact well known to the locals as a sort of speakeasy.
A small wrap on the window allows entrance to those wishing to have a small nightcap before retiring to rest their weary head.

I think we left a 4am, not really sure. But a fantastic bar, Not a large choice of spirits, but what they did have was good and we sampled the lot!! Cool and friendly people too, who showed a lot of interest in the strangers from a strange land.

Of course, when in Nurmburg a visit to Zeppelinstrasse just has to be done before heading to sound check. A good show to start the ball rolling and an extra-long Moby Dick from Pete the Beat. He is from Liverpool y’know!

We have illustrious company with us, and with a day off to enjoy this great city of Berlin , I thought a city tour would entertain our guest.
A short cab ride and we find ourselves in the Boho part of town, in the old East Berlin sector. Where graffiti adorns the walls and trendy dive bars appear every few yards.

Well, to fend off the hag of winter our first stop is a cool looking dive bar, just fortify ourselves for the walk around town in the biting cold, that gnaws at our feet. Full of locals who are all very charming and welcoming to us.

I forget just how many double Amarettos we consumed. But that bar became the extent of our city tour. Before braving the winter cold back to our hotel.

Great city Berlin, love it.

Knowing that it is near the end of the tour, we are doing 4 or 5 encores a night now. Everyone is full of festive spirit, oh, and full of other spirits too,

To Erfurt then, and a lovely old medieval town where Martin Luther lived as a monk.

At last we finally get to do the authentic German Christmas market!
Gluhwein, even an Amaretto version. And upon tipping our gracious Taverner he will ring a bell and bellow at the top of his voice something about drinkgeld, money for booze!
Good man!

Then the snow came.

The last of the Germany shows was fantastic, NEURUPPIN - Kulturhaus Stadtgarten. After 5 encores we left the venue to the small scattering of snowflakes falling gently upon us from the dark and doleful sky.
Very pretty of course, but with a three hour drive to Frankfurt airport the next day we decided on an early start as not to miss the flight due to the adverse weather conditions.

We made it home ok, and made it to Amsterdam for the final show of 2017. Always good to play Amsterdam. To see so many regulars and new friends too.

2018 got of to a fantastic start when I heard that Liberation, one of the most important national newspapers in all of France has a music section, one that most artist would kill their bass player to get even a sentence in this prestigious publication. Well, guess who got the whole page front cover picture? Yes that's right, your truly!

But I digress, last night the Hertford Corn Exchange, Really good venue, and only a 50 minute drive home for me to Ealing, Do you know Ealing? Marvin Gaye sang about it?
His big hit from 1982?

‘When you live in Ealing hmmmmmmm………….. that …….. Sexual Ealing ……ahhh yeah’
Oh c’mon you must have heard it?

As 2018 marks the 50th anniversary of the formation of Led Zeppelin, this is the theme of our tour this year  Performing the entire spectrum of the music from this most iconic of bands.
A good turn-out from  a lively audience, who lapped up every second. Not only great to get out and play what seems an eternity. Even though poor Andy is still suffering from the crippling after effects of the Flu. We all put in a fine performance, blew away the cobwebs and a chance for us to try out some new material for the up and coming tour of Spain which starts in just over a week.

From whence I am sure, there will be more tales of gore!

Tuesday, 7 November 2017

Cyprus Rocks

Cyprus Rocks! Classic Rock Festival is the brainchild of Eddie and (the beautiful) Elaine Yates. Who successfully blend rock festival and a summer break for like-minded people, well…. Namely fans of classic rock of course. Lately Eddie has hung up his mankini, and in unison we all praise the Lord for his mercy upon us, and taken more of a back seat, leaving the running of the event to Mario.

A week-long event on the beautiful island of Cyprus. Famous of course for the place where Richard Coeur de Lion married his princess Berengaria, before setting off on Crusade into the Holy Land.
Also the populous of the Mediterranean Islands. Settled by the Mycenaean’s in the 2nd century BC then subsequently occupied by the Assyrians, Egyptians and Persians, from whom the island was taken in 333 BC by Alexander the Great himself. The island was annexed by Great Britain (hoorah). So we shouldn’t really have been surprised that all the power sockets are UK and the cars all drive on the left, just like home. Did you know Halloumi cheese originated on the island? No? well it did.

Odins Day is upon us at last as we have been anticipating this one for a while and it’s nice to be finally on the plane sipping a pre-arrival Gin and Tonic! As if not enough to do as it is, Mario has the extra stress of Monarch flights going under, leaving band members stranded at home. Could have been a bit of a disaster there, but Mario manages to get alternative travel and everything is fine. Phew.
Arriving late-ish at the airport we are met by Artist Liaison, namely Drew, who is from Cyprus itself, born of the sea. Her voice like the siren welcomes weary travellers to her paradise home.

Well it’s late, and we spotted a pub still open just at the top of the hill, I think we should go say a cheery hallo to our fellow weary pilgrims, seeking refreshment before retiring for the night and falling into the arms of Morpheus and to sleep in Elysium.

It is mid-morning when I am disturbed from my esteemed repose, Hyperion is high on  his horse and sweats in the eye of Phoebus, and as usual I have missed breakfast. Thankfully so has Andy so we venture up the hill once more in seek of sustenance, tonight is the welcome party. There could be trouble ahead.

Evening draws nigh on Thors Day as we are greeted once more by Drew, Artist Liaison, and we are introduced to our fellow wandering minstrels. Friends of one another do we declare ourselves to be.
                                        Peter and Drew 
As the sun slowly sets beyond the horizon the waxing moon rises to dance upon the wine-dark sea. Tranquillity prevails, for the present at least, for I know what happens at the welcome party and this mad lot of rockers! So I am determined to pace myself, and live up to my reputation as El Santo.
First band of the evening Stone Free, Mario himself takes the stage and sets the bar high indeed, Great covers of Bread Fan by Budgie and 20th Century Schizoid man! They Rock! We are feasted and wined by our gracious host.

This photo says it all. Taken just 30 minutes before Letz Zep stage time, Peter sporting a fine suntan, spending his time wisely by the pool with a small beer. No longer Pete the Beat, now Pete the Beet-Root. Then the  two Pale Riders, Andy and Jack who have obviously not seen  a minute of daylight since the moment they arrived.
Every day there are fantastic events to be enjoyed, with marvellous bands. Who’s Next, very good, Very surprised at how good The Toxic Twins are, vocalist Danny doing an excellent rendition of Steven Tyler.

The events that lay ahead of us, a pool party with a special appearance  by the fantastic Jimi Anderson, and yes, I imagine someone will fall in at some point. Culminating in a farewell party with a much anticipated set from Nazareth vocalist Carl Sentence, and much more in between. All in all a great diverse selection of very good bands, to cover the full spectrum of the classic rock genre. Music for all seasons.

The main stage set upon the beach itself, with such beautiful natural lighting casting long shadows upon the golden sands. Perfect setting for the powerful and dramatic music that beckons.

So what is it that makes this event so special? is it this jewel of an island set in the silver sea? The excellent organisation from Mario, Drew and the tech crew? The exquisite cuisine? the bands? Well of course they all play  a part, but mainly the fantastic bunch of mad rockers who come together to celebrate all that is good in the world. In one space at one moment of time, it’s these lovely people that make this even to special. We love you all.
So, they say Cyprus Rocks is the probably the best rock holiday on Earth, a bold statement, can there be any truth in it?

Damn straight!

Monday, 12 June 2017

Missing planes trains and automobiles

Just how it came to pass that I missed my flight home from Tenerife is not entirely clear, well not to me anyway.

Tenerife is a volcanic island and part of the Canaries, named by the Romans due to the abundance of dogs on the island, and not canaries as is commonly assumed. Billys fact of the daaaayyyyyy. You know Latin, Canines = Canaries, obvious now isn’t it.

Now most of you should know by now that I am the most sensible of rock gods. Nice cuppa tea before hitting the stage, maybe a biscuit. Certainly no partying for Billy. Well, that isn’t entirely true anymore.Last night I slept on the floor being stepped over by fellow guests, tonight, in stark contrast is the brand new Hard Rock hotel. My room is of particular magnificence, with various gifts from the hotel generously scattered around the suite.

Somehow, I managed to break by tour bag last night, so off I trot in search of a new one, several beers later the purchase is made and there is time to enjoy the views from the Jacuzzi over the town whist enjoying a chilled glass of the complimentary champagne.

Tonight is the first event to be staged at this magnificent edifice, so we are first band to play here. Slightly later than usual start tonight as we are competing with the Champions League final, Juve v Real. Thankfully no extra time or penalties were needed so can get onstage on time. As soon as the game finishes the flood gates open and the people quickly arrive. Some even have come again after the previous nights show in the north of the island.

Ok a few minor sound problems, but finally managed to fix it, with not much help from Nobby who was spotted in the pool at sound check and in the bar during the show asking girls if they fancied a coffee in his room. 
His ols chat up line from days of yore.
But all goes well. Some of the audience to seem a trifle drunk, one bride-to-be shouting to me that it is her last night of freedom! and offered me to join her after the show for a private drink in her room, of course, I graciously declined. 
As she was very, very drunk.
Another gig another after-show party!! this time at Micky Dee’s bar, The Rock Lounge, the Motorhead and Scorpions drummer was not in attendance tonight, but a cool bar where I am unceremoniously thrust onstage with the local band for a rousing version of Immigrant Song. Beautiful setting above the beach with the moonlight shimmering off the silver sea.

This is the scene for the fates to conspire for me to miss my flight. For some unknown reason, Nobby had booked us out on an early flight, we were all hoping for some time to relax on this most beautiful of resorts, but no, our car is booked for 9.30 am.

I would like to tell you more of this exciting evening only I don’t recall much more. There are lots of pics with me and random people I do not know where they were taken. But apparently the blame mainly is on the shoulders of a Polish girl who came equipped with everything one could desire to keep the party going all night, and it did!

I did manage to get back to my bed this time, but unfortunately, didn’t do so well in getting out of it again as I slept through the alarm and missed the car and my flight home, so I am stuck here for at least another day, in paradise. Or maybe I’ll go to Barcelona for a few days? Oh well, I’ll just have to Gin and bear it! I’m off the pool. See ya.
                                          Me, myself and I

Update: luckily, the rather attractive Italian promoter named Bella I had meet at the show last night heard of my, erm…… plight? Is that the right word? My predicament maybe? Situation, that’ll do. She has saved the day, Bella is driving from the north of the island to rescue me. She has kindly arranged a room and a flight home tomorrow afternoon. A different airport, so after the plane, I’ll get the train, and collect my automobile.

As lucky happen-chance would have it, she is free tonight for dinner too!
So all's well that ends well, as they say.
I hear it is raining in the U.K. Maybe if I play my cards right I can miss this flight too.