Tales From The Middle Of Nowhere (Vol.2)

Yes comrades.

So . . . that England game was an epic encounter. Great atmosphere. Good laugh and all.

Caught an early flight the next morning with a load of glum looking swedes to Stockholm. Did a show at that Hultsfred Festival. It was ok . . . nothing more. Think the crowd enjoyed it more than I did which really is all that matters innit? Legged it straight off stage to a waiting private jet what took us to Denmark.

Somewhere along the way my suitcase had an accident. It looked like it had been run over by a tractor when it finally got to my room. Shampoo everywhere!!! A right fucking mess. The festival in Denmark was an odd one. It seemed like it was in the middle of a housing estate. Cold, windy and grey. The rain came later. The gig itself was mega. Don't know why . . . it just was. Left the stage to light drizzle. Snow Patrol had to deal with that though!!

Got straight in a car and off to Copenhagen for a day off. Didn't do much except somehow catch a bastard cold. Not feeling too clever at all. Off to Gdansk tomorrow. It’ll be my first ever time in Poland.

Looking forward to it.

ONWARDS.

GD.

Comrades . . . this cold is fucking killing me (man!).

Horrible, horrible couple of days. I fucking hate being a sick boy. It’s at times like this I wish I was still in a band so I could just shuffle onstage and stand at the back. Not good.

Anyway . . . all that being said Gdansk was great. What a lovely place. Super nice people.

Did a great show in one of the fan parks. There were English, Irish, Germans, Greeks, Italians and even a few locals there. Lively bunch and all. There was a brilliant sign being held up all the way through the gig that simply read "I LOVE BLUR!!" (the word love being substituted for a love heart). Someone must've made that in the 90's and just bided their time on the off chance that ONE DAY one of those Gallagher boys would be in town. I did laugh.

Legged it sharpish back to the hotel. Sniffling. All bunged up. Horrible. So I'm not sleeping too well, (as you can't breath all that well with a cold innit?), when at 6am on the dot the fucking fire alarm goes off in the hotel!!! Now usually these things don't last for more than 5 minutes but this time the bastard hotel was EVACUATED!!!!!! It was barely getting light AND it was raining. So I'm stood outside in a proper fury. Fucked. Colded up to raas when what could only be described as a fucking fat idiot marches up to me and with no pre-amble put's his fat fucking idiot arm around me pulls out his fat fucking idiot phone and says . . . (and you KNOW what's coming next!) . . . “quick picture?" My response can only be described – visually - like this:





It's SIX O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING!! We've been evacuated from our beds in the rain and your first thought (after checking if the buffet was open presumably) is to start mithering for a fucking picture?? Seriously?

Fuck off!!!

ONWARDS.

So . . . now then . . . yes comrades!!

I've been having so much fun that I've forgotten to send one of these things for ages. Sorry 'bout that but you know how it is (or maybe you don't?)!

Anyway let's see what I can remember eh? So, if my memory serves me correct I was in Stuttgart, in Germany, with a dirty little cold worrying over whether to pull the following night’s gig or not? Is that right? You tell me? I think so. Got dosed up on hot whiskey and Lemsip (the blackcurrant ones!) and sleeping tablets (to be taken responsibly young 'uns . . . just saying). Woke up the next afternoon in a very damp bed, freezing cold. It did the trick though. Felt well enough to get up and get down (so to speak!) and lo and behold the gig was fucking mega! The wiggers had done the trick!! Onwards to Hamburg feeling much better. Another day on the hot wiggers and Lemsip and ANOTHER top show! Who'd’ve thought? Not me that's for sure.

Think we had three gigs in a row which is unusual (for me anyway) and the next one was a big one . . . that Isle of Wight Festival. Reports on the news made it sound like some kind of recreation of a 1st World War battlefield. Now, I've never been to the Isle of Wight, so I was looking forward to it very much. Woke up in the New Forest and yes!!! The sun was out! It was actually sunny!! So much so that me and Nancy went for a lovely little middle-class walk amongst the flowers and the bushes and the trees and the horses . . . actually that might have been the day after . . . not sure, but I do remember walking amongst the flowers and the bushes and the trees and the horses.

You have to get a ferry to the Isle of Wight and I'll tell you something comrades, it was most pleasant. We even went up on deck and took photos . . . of what I'm not quite sure but photos were taken all the same. We had ANOTHER great show . . . the third great show in a row, which is unusual (for me anyway). This drinking whiskey malarkey is fucking MEGA!! Great crowd although some young 'uns did get a bit excited and lighted up a few flares and one did get lobbed on stage but no damage done and it added a bit of chaos to the proceedings which is no bad thing. That fella "the Boss" approved 'cause he was watching from the side of the stage and was laughing his little head off!!

So then we had a day off in the New Forest. The hangover wasn't too bad. More than manageable. Flew into the great city of Dublin that night for a gig the next day with them Red Hot Chilli Peppers and guess what? ANOTHER GREAT SHOW!!! That must be some kind of record? It must be. I can't ever remember doing 4 GREAT gigs in a row? Considering 5 days prior to that I was gonna call the doctor out for I sick-note, I'm pretty fucking impressed!!!

The singer from that band U2 came to see us with that fella Danger Mouse. It was great to see 'em. We had to leg it early though, back to TCOTU for an all too brief visit to see Bunny Dread and the Mighty I . . . that was yesterday . . . and today I'm in the very wet city of Oslo in Norway.

And that comrades . . . is that! You can consider yourself up to speed.

No doubt tonight's gig will be shite.

I will let you know.

ONWARDS.

GD.