A friend from little school visited who I've not since way back in the mercurial mists. It was very nice of him to come out and it was good to catch up on the interim 20 years since our last meeting in 1994. Tamogotchi's, Sega Dreamcast and the decline of Alan Titchmarsh were all hot topics. We hadn't seen each other since before hair had started a significant invasion of the lower body and now we were meeting again as it had began to retreat down from the northern territories.
The last gig of the set in Newcastle was a lot of fun and I think I took something solid away with me in terms of how to structure a 10 minute set better (telling a story, not firing out bullet points, innit?). After shaking too many hands (which could easily make me the epicentre of some Outbreak style outbreak) and unsuccessfully demanding a cash payment I passed through a series of doors which led me into a vast network of underground tunnels. After feeling my way through the darkness for a while I swiped upwards, put the torch function on and became aware that there was something hulking, ancient and aggrieved trailing behind me.
I didn't look back but I could smell its huge rotten teeth and luckily managed to find my way to the surface via a pipe which would possibly infringe the Mario franchise copyright. Then it was simply a case of finding my way to the nearest truck stop and then tricking my way back down the M1 to London, where my house is.