Sleepingdog Tour pt1

CHICHESTER

Having lived in Leeds all my adult life the prospect of walking through town at 7am for a 4 and a half hour coach journey to London isn't a great one. This morning however is a cold but rather pleasant one and the city is quiet.
My journey today is to Chichester to play the first of a week of shows as part of Sleepingdog. National Express coaches are generally not much fun but today is an exception. Nice old ladies feed me hard boiled sweets and I pass the time watching the new Her Name is Calla DVD and listening to Neil Young.

At the moment this feels like the Glissando tour we did back in May, purely on trains and coaches, but without Elly asleep on my shoulder and telling me where to go.

I get to London in time to watch the Man Utd / Liverpool game which is indeed a grand affair.

Trains that split in two half way into the journey are all well and good providing that all the stops are read out so you know which half of the train to be on. i take a chance and stay on the one to Littlehampton, only because it's the only place I've ever heard of before on the list.
The man opposite me appears to be about to die. I hope he doesn't. He's also lost his ticket and doesn't know where the fuck he's going. I feel bad writing about him when he's staring right at me.

I meet Chantal at the venue and seeing as we have had no rehearsals at all for the shows a long soundcheck is most welcome. Tonight is a free show so the usual crowd divide happens but the people seem to enjoy it and we suprisingly play without fucking up.
Chris the promoter and his sister take care of us after traveling for 10 hours each to get here, sleep is very much needed.