Home again

I’m back and I’m tuckered out.

I’m not sure if it was the transatlantic flight or the bus from Heathrow to Brighton that did me in.

It would be nice to have some time for rest and recuperation but I’m jumping back into the fray with a Salter Cane concert (Brightonians, come on down to The Pressure Point).

I guess rock’n’roll and jetlag must mix reasonably well given the jetsetting lifestyle of most rockstars. I’ll soon find out.

Have you published a response to this? :

Previously on this day

17 years ago I wrote Dog fouling

Jessica and I were sitting in the pavilion gardens last week. On our way into the gardens, we passed a sign that listed the rules of conduct.