Tuesday, 22 September 2009

What a day.  I don't mean that in an eventful way.  In fact it was devastatingly uneventful.  It consisted of a 13 hour journey from Norway to Germany...yes, 13 hours!  We kept ourselves entertained with stupid games, like, (using a local magazine) I would begin a sentence and stop half way through leaving the Tour Mole to make up the rest...how rock'n'roll eh!  It was all utter drivel but we found it hilarious. This is the reality of touring. The 'behind the scenes', if you will.

Something funny happens when you're on tour, and spending copious amounts of time in one person's company.  You start to get, what can only be described as, cabin fever. You find yourself talking in ridiculous accents and pissing yourself laughing at jokes that you would generally find tedious, repetitive and annoying.  I don't know why that is, but it just is!

I always find it odd being in other people's company, for a few days after I've come back from a tour.  I expect them to feel as tangental and easily pleased as I've become, but while I've been off trolling motorways and stopping at endless roadside cafés they've been having, what's commonly known as, 'a life' ;)

I have a theory that if we all lived in tents the world would be a better place. And I now see that that theory has a nemesis. Namely, if we all lived on the road!  If we all lived our lives on tour the world would be unbearable and insane.  I like the time to think.  I like the time for conversation, even if it's about nothing in particular. I like seeing new places, faces and cultures. I like the opportunities to focus on books, films, creative ideas etc that you wouldn't normally have a chance to engage with. BUT, and you'll notice it's a big but, it would all amount to nothing if there was no anchor. Nothing to return to. Nothing to measure it against.  I don't know why I'm bothering myself even thinking about this, being as it's never gonna be a reality...but there you go.  Maybe that's another thing that happens on tour; you start to concern yourself with things that aren't fruitful, or even relevant.

I watched a film today on Roger's portable cinema.   The film was Max Payne, but it should have been called 'Max Payne-ful to watch'.  It was utter dirge.  See through story line, awful script and pretty bleak acting to boot.  I wouldn't even have watched it to the end if it hadn't been for stopping the first film I started watching, 10 minutes into it.  I didn't want to stop another so I kept on watching.  Thankfully it was so bad that it made it enjoyable in another way.  However the first film I started was called 'Shutter'...more like flipping Shitter if you ask me... it doesn't even deserve any more word space on this blog, and that's saying something as pretty much everything else I've written here is the tired, late night rambling of a man on tour....

On that note comrades, I'll sign off until tomorrow, when hopefully I'll be less tired and maybe more will have happened in the day!!!

You're good folk, no matter what the others say about you....f

What a sight...172 miles on one [very well laid] road




An empty park on the edge of Denmark


all at sea between Denmark and Germany


This is what the  Tour Mole calls me: Mr Foy


It was the Tour Moles birthday today (birthday wishes welcome) and the lovely Jackie Hughes arranged for a bottle of Champagne to be waiting for him in his room...only lasted about 30 minutes!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MR MOLE!!!!