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Driving into the city we passed by mountains on fire, the heat here is causing the country to set a fire, its so hot. Up a mountain is a wonderful clean theatre outside on the hillside, and this is our home for 10 hours while we play a show and eat food. On stage i feel too fat and i can’t get off the ground, its a long runway and i struggle to get up in the air. We went down really well and looking out in the crowd all i could see was happy dancing people, and at altitude it was even tougher to breath. Glenn wore shorts and it felt a bit like its a knock out as we leapt from one song to another. All good. Salt lake city everybody off. The boys dive into the cold beer and me and John wade through some old Tony Hancock sketches on the internet. So far everyone seems in a good place, the sets race by and the days close much the same way, back home life goes on and before i know it i will be walking the dog and eating eggs for breakfast from the hens next door. Sid gets his bollocks removed tomorrow, rather him than me, but he is a dog and mine were done 16 years ago, it was painful. Im on the bus and the Bees are on stage, its 10pm and we leave in two hours for the next show another 11 hour drive away, im building up to getting in the dreaded bunk, its a room in my life just for one day. Out of many days. So thats it another show, 25 years ago me and Glenn had a major fight here in Salt Lake, and it was not nice, i told him i was sorry today, it was in another lifetime. That guy has gone, this guy is off to bed and its bunk up time, but not as you think it might be!