Chris Difford

If you were thinking the M25 was bad for traffic think again, 5 hours to do 80 miles. JB slept most of the way, in my car, which he always does, i like the sound of a man snoring, its heaven. The gig was in a casino, a small theatre called the Bears Den. I don’t know, what goes on. A good gig and nice people too, thanks for coming along. Then back in the car and back up to Toronto, another 3 hours on the way back. I know my blogs have seemed a little tired, i dont mean to be, i write them mostly when im getting into bed, its a lonely moment, and not a great time to be writing a blog. In future i will cover myself in honey and sit by a pool in the sun. Its been a good tour and im thankful for all the people i have met and all of the shows. I have been me as much as me can be me, and then im someone else, not me. Together we have travelled a few thousand miles and the old head has spun a bit, just because for some reason im not feeling grounded, its no big deal. Thank you to a lady who wrote to me today and gave me a lesson in gut feelings, i was very moved, anyway enough for now, its a lucky 7 then its bed time. Dreaming of the desert and the horse with no name.