Not quite sure how I’m feeling right now with regards to a few things. It’s nothing major. Mainly, how cold it is on this flight and also the rather disturbing shade of yellow that dominates the interior of the plane.
I’m not a huge fan of having an hours sleep. In these situations, I always wonder if it would be better if I didn’t go to sleep at all. I probably feel worse now than I would if I’d have just had a nice cup of tea and a sit down. I think I delayed the departure of the flight too. I’m normally quite attentive and relatively alert in airports, but I was minding my own business and purchasing some muslie with a dash of yoghurt (which was served to me out of a squeezy mustard bottles…) and took a leisurely stroll back to where the boys were sitting. It suddenly dawned on me that they were no longer where I left them. I thought to myself, those cheeky bastards are hiding from me.. But turns out they were just sat on the plane. Interesting. I spot a man, with a bag, that looks like mine. It is mine. It’s Pabs! Doing what all good tour managers do best, making sure drummers don’t miss flights.
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