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	Tour Diary - Part 4	419 dagen geleden
	We awoke early on Thursday to ensure that we didn't miss out on breakfast from Dino's Grill as we had done the previous day. Arne had his doubts as he was convinced the coffee was instant (the horror!) but I couldn't resist the pre-buttered toast and Dave had The Hunger in his eyes, so we battered through a quick fry-up then headed underground to Baker Street. We were surprisingly early so we popped round to the park (Regent's? I can't remember) to watch the birds and get harassed by an over-eager squirrel. Seriously, this one was a hustler. When we left the park we witnessed it diving, springboard-style, off a bench into someone's bag, frantically looking for...nuts, I guess... We were back at the Night And Day in Manchester for the evening, and the gig went fairly well. The stage was positively palacial in comparison to the previous nights' soapbox. We were due to spend the night in the Cobden View pub in Sheffield, courtesy of Grant's pal Richie. We were advised to ignore the satnav machine and instead take the ridiculously titled "Snake Pass", which was like driving in the Twilight Zone. I've been less buffeted at Alton Towers. When we descended from the mist into Sheffield proper it was pushing one o'clock, and we all piled in to meet Richie and Laura, and get to bed. Although it didn't quite work like that, and after a few pints and a large amount of poor pool playing, my attention turned to the jukebox. I was surprised to note that both The Law and Luva Anna were in the top ten most played tracks (the influence of Dundee is indeed pretty far-reaching). I finally hit the sack after promising to put my ex-chef skills to good use in the pub the next morning... My alarm went off at 09:30 and I promptly switched it off. I was awoken a few hours later by Dave notifying me the shower was free. I dozed for a further ten minutes, but was shocked and disorientated upon walking into the packed living room to be notified it was infact two in the afternoon. How could this have happened? I could only surmise that we really had driven through the Twilight Zone the previous night, so decided to go with it and see what happened. My offer of cooking seemed pretty lame in light of it being after lunchtime already, so I grabbed some bacon from the pan that Laura had put on many, many hours before, then headed to the Nottingham House which was the location for the evening's gig. Kas was pleased to just have few channels to play with, and we piled the amps and drums into the raised enclave and set about working out who was going to play what. There was some talk of Gill hitting the overdrive ukulele ("with delay on it it would be mental") but this was halted by the arrival of a table laden with the house speciality homemade pies. And these pies were certainly worth halting for. Richie explained that they had decided just to do one thing on the menu, but do it really well, which they certainly acheive. Couple the pies with excellent hospitality and a supply of free beer, and we had the most relaxed and fun show of the tour so far. It was great to have a relaxed night, and Kas did a sterling job getting everyone up to dance and mixing in comical fashion (waving his arms meant "hit the drums harder"...). Afterwards we spent a good few hours drinking in the beer garden and everyone seemed to be revitalised. We met some interesting people, including the self-proclaimed Best Frontman in Sheffield ("you ain't heard me sing Wild Thing..."), a gentleman who had just bought an off-licence that day and was carrying round a bag of his own stock ("I've just bought me own offy! I'm gonna got fucked tonight!", which is a pretty short-sighted management style if you ask me...), Vic and Kim who had us in stitches all night (and reappeared later on the tour in Nottingham - taking first prize for effort), and Richie was off (ish...if you can ever be off in your own pub) so could actually join us for a few before we all headed back to the Cobden for some more variable pool playing. There were a few grim faces the next morning when we headed back to "The Notty" to pick up the gear which we had comically (in the cold morning light) abandoned the previous night in favour of the bar. We had had such a good few nights in Sheffield that we didn't really want to leave at all, but we were required in Birmingham at four so we said our farewells to Laura and Richie and hit the road. Tune in for the final installment shortly... BR xxx
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