It's getting dark already and I've had to dig out my coat from the back of the wardrobe, which almost certainly closes the door on this year's summer festival season.
And blimey, what an utterly marvellous one it's been - with hovercrafts to Spain, Switzerland, and Norway, and automobiles to Great Dunmow, Alfold, Brighton, Belgium, Durham, Newark, St Albans and Colne - amongst the marvellous company of Nine Below Zero and The Truth.
Surreal highlights have included suffering a "how loud can the subwoofers go" soundcheck with an amused and unfazed Wilko Johnson, a heartfelt conversation with Norman Watt-Roy about melody and New Cross, and Alan McGee pulling me aside to tell me he was watching and digging my keyboard playing!
And then being brought back down to earth by getting ID'd to get back into a grassroots gig I was playing up town #thatissocamden
This Friday we're off to grace Wolverhampton with some sweet Nine Below tunes, then it's mainly a month of do's either on my larry or with great friends of mine before the next tour commences.
This Saturday I'm in Chiswick, Sunday at the Pelton in Greenwich for the return of their jam, Monday at the Iron Horse in Sidcup for the greatest acoustic-ish open mic in the world, and then October commences with a spot in the backing band of the legendary Nathan Persad in Deptford.
On top of that I've got the biggest gig I've ever done lined up for early November. And as Tom Monks, too. It's a local institution and is run by the loveliest people for the most amazing causes. For me this is such a huge deal that a mere paragraph won't do it justice, and I shall dedicate a separate post to it within the forthcoming days.
Fun times have been had and more are coming. Talk soon. Many cheers x