WeÃ‚Â’re starting to get adjusted to life on the road. ItÃ‚Â’s a bit like being in the army, without all the bullets and bombs and clean clothes. You spend a lot of time being cold, eating and sleeping when and where you can. ThereÃ‚Â’s quite a bit of moving equipment and the food is mostly made from potatoes. At least here.
WeÃ‚Â’ve all grown quite fond of the United Kingdom. Leicester, Northampton, Darby, HayleÃ‚Â…all these towns half a world away from our home that are beginning to feel rather familiar with their small shops, town centres, the ever-present beat of the rain. ItÃ‚Â’s easy to see how such things contribute to a national character.
Precipitation invites wit. I think Wordsworth said that.
WeÃ‚Â’d like to thank all of you whoÃ‚Â’ve been to so kind to us at shows, with all the clapping and the handshakes, the odd signing of a copy of White Noise. We feel most welcome.
WeÃ‚Â’ll be in London again on Tuesday night at Dublin Castle. Should be quite a night. See you then. Oh, and weÃ‚Â’re totally lying about that Wordsworth thing.