Bloody Firehouse are winding me up now! thank god they bugger off out of the country tomorrow. We have to pick up the tour gear for Vaughn and nobody wants to say what is what so we can’t leave JB’s until they decide what we’re taking… do they know I’m in work tomorrow at 8am???? Baaaaaasssstttaaaaarrrrrddddsssss!
At least our tour bus is comfy even if it does smell of magic trees… can’t find any so I assume they are stuffed in every available gap in the bus – a bit like that bit on Se7en where Brad Pitt goes into the room with the “dead” man who’s had his hand cut off… is that a severed limb I see down behind the seats???