Well…where do I start?
Days off / travel days are always a weird one. You leave the gig the night before all excited with the prospect of a bed, bath, shave, room to lounge around without someone else`s arse in your face and a night relaxing in the hotel bar.
We left Dublin at approximately 02.00am. The weather was shite but the vibe was good. Beer was drunk, songs were sung….a day off tomorrow.
We went to bed that night ( or should I say morning ) merry in the thought of what tomorrow would bring.
I awoke at 10.00am being thrown around my bunk ( I won`t go into that….the crew know what I mean ).
Anyway, I crawled to my feet and managed somehow to get dressed ( mind you…I didn`t recognise the pants I was wearing…oh well ).
I was convinced that we were probably nearing the M4…we would be in Swansea soon….Yeah Right.
We were still in bloody Holyhead. Shite ferry crossing and generally shite traffic meant we were seriously delayed.
8 hours later we arrived at the Marriot Hotel, Swansea. A whole day on the bus was had. Probably the most uneventful `day off ` I have ever had…..but not all was lost.
After checking in, a quick bath and a pint at the bar, we decide to frequent the local curry house.
Not entirely successful on the food front but hey, you can`t expect everything…like…er….nice food!!
Anyway, enough of my yacking ( in both sense of the word ). A kind of day off was had…well evening anyway.
Off to bed after a wee dram `afore ye go`
Night night.
TM
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