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Welcome to my diary page which, as a result of this manic lifestyle I lead, is generally only updated on a weekly basis. Simply click on the month you want to view. If you have more time, why not visit my Diary Archives from 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008 & 2009? Jan|Feb|Mar|Apr|May|Jun|Jul|Aug|Sep|Oct|Nov|Dec Sunday 28 February, 2010 Evening all: now, as I speak (write) I’m just going to check the “Flightmap” on the seat-back screen on this JAL Tokyo-bound flight that I’m on right now, to see exactly where we are. Give me two minutes: Ok, we’re 33,000 feet above the Russian continent, halfway between Moscow and Novosibirsk, from what the screen tells me. So, you want to know what I’m doing (up) here? Yes? Well – now that you ask (and God forbid there may be no “you”: am I just here all on my ownsome?!) I’m en route to Japan for a seven-date, thirteen day, Japanese tour with Paul Potts. Oddly enough, it has almost been two months – to the day – since I sat on this very same flight heading out to Tokyo with Paul, to complete the New Year TV special. I probably mentioned a few weeks back that I had a commitment to this tour of Pauls, meaning that I’ve effectively had to “jump off” the JLS UK tour, six days before it’s completion: however, I have carefully set up the accounting processes for the remaining three venues of the tour, in my absence: venues which I am A) very familiar with and B) all of which I have visited within the last month. Once I return from Japan on 13th March, I will swing by JLS’s management office (the same company that oversees Paul’s career) and finish up the accounting processes on JLS’s tour. Paul’s tour also allows me a couple of weeks to hook up with my son, who will travel down from Brisbane to once again take up the position of Production Assistant on the tour: at this very time I am penning this week’s diary (five hours out of London, just prior to midnight, UK time) Bradley has already landed in Tokyo and awaits Paul’s arrival at Narita airport, tomorrow morning (1st March) Japan time. To explain, Paul and Julie Ann elected to take the earlier flight out of London today – departing midday, arriving Japan 0900 local time tomorrow. Myself, Chris, Bob and Mark left London at 7.00 pm today, and will touch down in Narita at 4.00 pm tomorrow afternoon. We will play seven shows in five cities in Japan, between 2nd and 12th March, the first three – each in a different venue – in Tokyo, before we travel out to Osaka, Fukuoka, Kanazawa and, finally, Nagoya. Of course, over my many years of touring Japan, I have been to all the above cities on previous occasions: for some odd reason, I can easily recall the date of my last “Japan” show, (the band, as against the country), way back on 16th December 1982, at Nagoya’s Shi Kokaido Hall. If only I could remember everything else that happened back in that period of my life! Over the past four weeks, I have certainly found a little more time to myself – mainly because I have been concentrating purely on the Tour Accountancy with JLS, as against my more normal function of combining the Tour Management with the Tour Accountancy. Of course, it’s all about striking the right balance: when I am in “dual role” mode, there’s no doubt that most waking days are jam packed with activity, however I can reflect upon the additional earnings that this brings. I guess if I was not in a position where I have to “make hay while the sun shines”, and try to build up a head of financial steam - now that I have squared away my past football debts in their entirety -then I could afford (literally) to ease back on the workload a touch. I’m working towards it, folks! In conclusion, I have to maintain my current energy levels, make a plan for the next twelve months, and then push on towards that goal. More about the already-hatched plan, next week! Sunday 21 February, 2010 So what about the JLS boys at the beginning of this week – winning two out of three of the “Brit” awards, for which they were nominated? Pretty impressive huh? They were high as kites! You know, I have to confess, I saw them making for the stage for that second award presentation and (being from the era that I am) I was immediately reminded of the Temptations: now, you’ll have to be somewhere around my age group to recall that iconic “Tamla Motown” band, but they (along with the likes of The Four Tops and The Isley Brothers) were serious class acts. We can only hope that the lads will enjoy a similarly long stay in this minefield of a music business. As the lads had to rehearse for their appearance on the Brits show itself – and then feature in the live presentation the following day – the majority of the touring staff enjoyed a rare (indeed, on any tour) two consecutive days off: namely Monday and Tuesday of this past week. Therefore, I opted to stay on in Liverpool after last Sunday’s show, spend the next whole day there, followed by a train-travel day down to Plymouth, on Tuesday afternoon. With young Alice in tow, we traipsed around the city centre of Liverpool on a rather wet and blustery day – but all good fun. Now, to the subject of Plymouth itself, scene of Wednesday night’s JLS show at the Pavilions: you know folks – and, granted, it might be a very personal thing – I do believe I could live in that city. At this point I should be able to offer at least a few plausible reasons for that assumption, but I just can’t put my finger on it: something regarding the combination of it’s proximity to the sea and its “town rather than city” feel, just seems to give off a genuinely relaxed and comfortable vibe. From Plymouth, we travelled up overnight to Bristol and the eponymous Colston Hall (you know, I’m not even sure what that word means) that has had millions spent on a new frontage and grand entrance foyer, but nothing on the “tired” dressing room areas. Nevertheless, the aforementioned aside, it’s still a great little gig – but a fairly tough challenge for the crew, hi-lighted by a serious lack of storage space for empty flight cases, during the show. The next day’s show (Friday) at the Cardiff C.I.A. – while possibly unable to conjure up the “intimacy” of the Colston Hall – is a whole different world in terms of the working environment for the crew: to the extent that one of the trucks can be driven right onto the venue floor to unload (while the other one simultaneously unloads through the backstage dock). Decent sized production offices are another plus. So here I sit, in the production office of Glasgow’s Clyde Auditorium (affectionately known to the locals as “The Armadillo” – check out the pics on the website and you’ll see how it earned that name) at ten in the morning today –Sunday - attempting to complete this week’s entry, before the daily clamour kicks in. As a result of the loading dock directly backing onto the rear stage – and that stage itself being of considerable depth – this will be one of the easier, and fastest, set-ups on the whole UK tour. Add to that a hardworking local crew (the guys who help us to unpack and pack the trucks) and I can see some of our own crew being able to get out of the building for an hour or so today. Such occasional opportunities offer a welcome break with routine for the crew. Of course, the best thing about today is that Jade will come and visit me later today and hopefully stay for the show. I don’t see her enough, but I’m working on fixing that. Bye for now. Sunday 14 February, 2010 St Valentines Day, huh? I’m still not terribly sure what it’s all about – and yet the very laptop on which I am “composing” this week’s diary entry could provide all the answers and background info I would ever need: in other words, there is little nowadays that cannot be found on the internet. I was tempted to rattle on about how (in a similar vein to the, now, commercial over-exploitation of Christmas) the occasion of St Valentine’s Day once again finds the innocent masses reaching for their credit cards, as they are unable to resist the temptation of involvement: however, in the continuing crusade to maintain the spirit of romanticism, it’s a welcome date on the calendar. We actually had a show in Liverpool tonight, at the renowned Empire Theatre where, of course – back in October – I played the same venue with Paul Potts (and the very same venue, once again, where Paul was presented to the Queen, on the occasion of his appearance at the Royal Command Performance, back in November of 2007: suddenly, that seems a long time ago). Tonight’s show was our fifth of this past week: Monday (8th) was actually a day off – spent in Brighton, prior to Tuesday’s show at the Brighton Centre. I’ve no doubt mentioned the following in the body of a past diary – probably when I was with Westlife – but I have memorable links with the Brighton area, more specifically it’s twin town of Hove, where one of my grandparents lived for many years and, consequently, where my sister and I spent many a carefree summer. Again, I’m drawn back to the title of one of the old Kinks songs, “Where Have All the Good Times Gone?”. Following the Brighton show was a short coastal run, westwards, to the Bournemouth International Centre, perched right on the sea-front, for another sold-out show the next day, Wednesday. To be honest, everyone of these UK “JLS” shows has sold out (and no one knows better than me, because I’m the one at the “sharp-end” of the accounting processes every night). We then headed back, north-eastwards, to Brentwood in Essex and (get this) to a venue I don’t believe I have ever played, in all the 30+ years I have been doing this! The layout of Brentwood Leisure Centre is not dissimilar to the likes of the Magnum Centre in Ayrshire, Scotland or the Humberside Arena (although I may have that second one wrong): essentially a large “gym hall”, with retractable seating and enough space to erect 28 feet of temporary staging – and, hey presto, a show is born! Said Brentwood Leisure Centre may stand out, yet, as having the highest decibel level of crowd noise: whatever they may say about “Essex girls” (and who knows if there’s any truth in such assumptions, anyway) they can certainly scream with the best of them! Good on you, girls. Possibly our most challenging show of the tour so far was last night’s appearance at London’s Hammersmith Apollo: London being London, there is a great danger of the guest list taking precedence over all other show-related matters, particularly on a “hot ticket” show such as this. Add to that, the fact there was also a matinee show yesterday afternoon (necessitating that the crew had to load-in from 07.00, in order to make the first show time of 3.00 pm) certainly made for something of a long day, in every respect: still it’s done now. Tonight’s show in Liverpool has gone fairly straightforwardly and with (and this is very rare indeed) we now have two full days off as a result of the lads live appearance on “The Brits” next week. Wish them luck! Until next week. Sunday 7 February, 2010 And a fine good evening to you from the English Riviera (well, Brighton actually) following a hectic six shows in seven days: a surefire recipe for keeping one out of trouble. The JLS shows continue to sell-out and, staggeringly, we have only failed to sell thirty-three tickets, from over twenty thousand, in the last week. You see, “sellout” is a very marketable term in the touring world, however it is rare that very seat is sold: on an average capacity of (say) three thousand, most sell-out shows will have 20 – 25 tickets remaining, generated as a result of individual groups of three and five persons attending the concert together – and therefore generating odd, available, seats throughout the house. Not so at a JLS concert, folks! So passionate are some of the fans to see the lads strut their stuff on stage that, on the odd occasion when we are able to release (say) 20/30 tickets on the day of the show (when the stage is set and the “sightlines” may not be as critical as we had first anticipated), a few girls may be lucky enough to land a couple of tickets at the last minute. Now, even if those tickets are not located right next to each other, they will still sit in single seats - away from each other - rather than miss the concert. Hence the reason very few our tickets are ever left unsold. Cool, huh? Our first show at the Ipswich Regent (formerly the Gaumont, in my early touring days) saw the lads having to deal with a very tight backstage area, with the “quick-change” tent squeezed between the lighting controls and the loading dock, upstage right. While Margate gave the lads a wonderful reception - and a great boost to their performance confidence - Ipswich (and maybe only because it was under the auspices of a national promoter – and because it was a Monday) was viewed by many as the official start to the UK tour. Hence, the reason my talk of the “six” shows. As you know, I’m travelling on the crew bus on this tour, therefore after the Ipswich show, we were on our way, overnight, to Nottingham Royal Centre where, in years gone by, the crew bus could just pull up and park at the side of the venue, when it arrived in the early hours of the morning, awaiting the load-in call. This is no longer possible, now that the city’s tram system routes it’s way very close the venue’s backstage entrance: the trucks can only just squeeze parallel to the wall at the rear of the theatre, leaving only a few feet between them and passing trams. Back on to the crew bus after the Nottingham show, and off on our way to an iconic gig, Newcastle City Hall: if I had a pound for every time I’ve done that particular venue, then I would be dictating this diary to my private secretary (well, almost): I’ve been doing shows there as long as I can remember, and it still retains it’s magic – helped greatly by the “Geordie” peoples’ reaction. The day after Newcastle (Thursday), we were able to enjoy a show-free day in Birmingham before undertaking a show at the same city’s LG Arena – formerly known as the NEC – where the lads played to almost eight thousand adoring fans. The week was rounded off with a show at the Manchester Apollo (one of two times we’ll be there on this tour) and last night (Sunday – OK, I’m a day late completing this week’s entry!) saw the lads give another blistering performance at Sheffield City Hall. Long may it last for JLS – it’s great to see them having the time of their lives: let’s hope that, for them, there are many tours and many successful years ahead of them. BFN… Sunday 31 January, 2010 I kid you not: the time on my laptop says 23:11, on this Sunday evening, 31st January. Let the record show that I am in fact (just) capable of making a start to my weekly diary entry, on the actual day that I’m meant to: mind you, I can’t guarantee that I’ll be finished it before the clock strikes twelve, as I’m cognizant of having rushed recent entries, just to have them finished. So, here I am in Ipswich, this chilly Sunday evening, having arrived midday, overnight from Margate. This week has seen me complete my first four shows of the JLS UK & Ireland tour, in the role of “stand-alone” Tour Accountant: it has been quite strange to observe all of the crew running through their various pre-show checklists and not to find myself part of it. Normally, when I am working with Paul Potts, I am very much involved in the pre-show activity, being that we tour the world with a very small entourage (seven in total, including Paul’s wife, Julie Ann) which sees me “doubling” the Stage Manager role, during Paul’s show. Also, being that JLS have their own Tour Manager in Adam Lambert, who has been with the guys for a while, I have little involvement, again, in the logistical aspects of the tour. Now, I’m not quite sure (oddly enough) if I’m at ease with only having to concentrate on the Tour Accountancy – having said that, I’m finding I have time to myself that I certainly have had very little of, in the last two years. I’m just going to allow this change of pace to waft over me for a while before I make any swift judgments as to whether I’m more comfortable, or not, with this new routine. What can I tell you of the last week? Well, the first two shows in Rhyl (Tuesday and Wednesday past) were very well received by an ecstatic, not-so-young-as-I-expected, predominately female audience. I don’t even remember that level of screaming on the Westlife shows! However the Westlife lads certainly have an older demographic than the JLS lads, so that would partly explain it. To be honest, that sheer decibel level of audience-generated noise is something I may not have experienced since my Bay City Roller days (and that’s going back a while). Sensibly, the JLS lads do a “runner” after every show, otherwise if they were to choose to remain in the building, after coming off stage at the end of their performance, then that would create a security headache for all concerned. Unfortunately, because those “runners” are very slick, the guys are often in the tour bus and away, before the audience have started to leave the venue: invariably, we end up with a fair amount of girls at the back door who remain unconvinced that the lads are no longer in the building – the very same scenario that we encountered with Westlife. Last night and the night before (Saturday and Friday respectfully) we played two shows at Margate’s Winter Gardens, a venue that I visited not so long ago, at the commencement of Paul Pott’s UK tour. Sure, the building may have seen better days, in terms of some of it’s facilities, however it is run and manned by great team of people, several of whom I suspect have been involved with the venue for decades. Again, as in the case of Rhyl, both shows were sold “to the rafters” and we could not have squeezed another person in anywhere. That is very much the story of the whole tour, with this show being the hottest ticket on the UK touring circuit right now: still it keeps me busy, with all the accounting aspects that are involved. See you all again, next week. Sunday 24 January, 2010 Yes, what a difference a week can make: the last time we spoke I was preparing to leave Dublin, after the three Paul Potts shows in Ireland, and here I am – seven days later – having just completed the production load-in, here in Rhyl, prior to the start of the JLS UK & Ireland tour. I travelled down here on Friday afternoon. Young Alice has been pestering me for weeks to allow her to accompany me to one of my more salubrious locations, so I had no hesitation in extending this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to join me here in Rhyl, for a few days. “You can’t imagine it”, I told her. “You were right”, she admitted, as we thread our way through the town’s once-vibrant labyrinth of streets, towards the sea front Westminster Hotel. The seaside still has an allure. Oh, to have the seasides back again, the protection of one’s parents, the worry of nothing more than whether your homework passes muster. The only thing that keeps me sane some days – as I ponder the time (and, hence, the money) that I’ve wasted – is that, somehow, I still in a far more secure and safer place than many, many, other less fortunate people around me. You know what that is? It’s a very selfish attitude: but this world that we live in makes us very selfish – and there’s days when I’m not too proud to be that person, but not brave enough to be otherwise. I occasionally sense the feeling that maybe I’ve been “spared” the descent into anonymity that, not so long ago, was seriously reaching for me. But, for what? Sure, having endured an almost life-suicidal flirt with the (in my case) over-passionate pursuit of football - to the point where I lost nearly everything I had - I still can’t shake the oddest feeling that I can go a long way to hi-liting the financial malaise that slowly threatens to choke the life out of football in this country. Anyway, enough of my wild dreams, I hear you say: what’s the deal with JLS? Well, folks – there’s not a whole lot to report at this point, as the lads only started their tour-production rehearsals later this afternoon (the production load-in commenced at 08.00 am this morning and – typical of the first day of any production rehearsal set-up – it takes time to co-ordinate the various constituent elements, and to test and check the lighting and video fixtures). However, we have a great bunch of lads (and lasses) on this tour comprising our production crew, meaning that the lads were able to spend a good few hours in the Rhyl Pavilion this evening, after dinner, rehearsing the first run-through of the proposed tour show. I have to say my first impression of the guys is that they are very suss to their surroundings and their situation – and admirably polite to go with it. The have either been very well-coached in the etiquette involved in dealing with the myriad of people they will now find themselves rubbing shoulders with – or, it comes fairly naturally to them: I suspect a mixture of both, with the latter very much to the fore. In our business it’s often advised to “treat people right on the way up, as the chances are that you will pass them on the way back down”. Naturally, when it’s such a decent bunch of lads as these, there will hopefully be no noticeable “down”, however I quietly suspect that they are sharp enough to recognise that a definite “leveling off” at some point is almost inevitable. However, I suspect that period of their career is a long way off yet. These lads are no flash in the pan – trust my old intuition on this. Until next week… Sunday 17 January, 2010 “In Dublin’s fair city, where the girls are so pretty, I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone”. Is not the mind a wondrous thing? It (occasionally) enables one to recall a line of poetry from almost thirty years ago, yet it can’t even help you figure out where you put the car keys, just thirty minutes ago?! There may just be hope for my fading memory. Now, where was I again? This evening saw us complete the second of our two consecutive shows at Dublin’s enchanting little Olympia Theatre. Every so often, I find myself in a venue where – as best as I can describe it – “everything just comes together” and this was indeed one of those venues. An enthusiastic, very obliging, house crew; limited, yet well apportioned backstage facilities; a bunch of fun people in the local orchestra and an ecstatic reaction from the sold-out crowd, particularly last night. Sadly, I’m out of here tomorrow and back to Edinburgh for a few days of frantic activity, in preparation for leaving for Rhyl next Friday, where the JLS rehearsals commence, a week today. You have no doubt heard me – especially after all the time I have been penning this diary – ramble on about the few cities in the world I feel an affinity to and, indeed, where I could comfortably live: Dublin certainly comes into that category, along with the likes of Vancouver and Perth (the Aussie one that is). Dublin’s only disadvantage would be it’s, occasional, Edinburgh-like weather. Walking back from the Olympia after the show this evening, and last night as well, (only a 5/6 minute walk back to The Morrison Hotel, on the other side of The Liffy) we had to thread our way through the Temple Bar area, a hotbed of seething, inebriated, humanity: a man could disappear into that labyrinth of decadence and possibly never be heard of again (but I made it back OK). I’m always struck by the thought – as I found myself negotiating one “pole axed” reveler after another - of whether I conducted myself in such a manner of abandonment, in my younger days? On an entirely different note from the above, I found myself daydreaming in the bar this evening, where we all congregated for a post-show drink, as to this odd existence which I lead – and how, not too many years from now, I’m going to have to slip back into the mainstream of society. Can I deal with the routine that, respectfully, most hard working people have to deal with everyday of their lives? Sure, my line of work involves long, arduous, hours – however, for the most part, the people who inhabit most of the various offshoots of the music business are driven by the adrenalin flow, brought on by the frenetic (and celebrity orientated – let’s face it) nature of this almost surreal industry of hours. Sadly, I’ve outlasted most of the Artists I’ve been involved with. Right – confession time, as I wind my way to the end of this week’s entry: I’m not terribly proud of what I’ve penned here, this week: I allowed myself (as a result, I could argue, of the “switchover” between Paul Potts and JLS) to fall almost three weeks behind with my entries: therefore I’ve little doubt that this week’s entry will come over as somewhat “rushed”. The problem is that I tend to measure how much I am generally managing to stay “on top of things”, by how up-to-date my diary entries are: therefore, it follows, if I rush said entries, it may actually be counter-productive in respect of everything else that is going on in my life - but it’s crucially important to me to reach a point in my life where I’m “caught up”. Still striving for that one. BFN. Sunday 10 January, 2010 Well, well, well: so much for my great idea for writing my diary, from the beginning of this year forwards, on a “little each day” basis! Here I am, southbound on the road (someone else is driving!) from Belfast to Dublin, in the midst of three Irish dates, but – wait for it – on Friday 15th of January!! That would make me (apart from being a bit of a “fibber” – does that word translate internationally?) almost two weeks behind with my diary entries. How bad is that? How could I have fallen behind so quickly? Do I have any reasonable excuse(s) for this state of affairs? All depends on your definition of “reasonable” I guess. On this point, I would look to possibly defend myself by letting you guys in on the fact that I have just taken on the Tour Accountant’s role with the band “JLS”. Now, to be honest, I had an inkling that I may be in the running for the position (with JLS being managed by the same company – Modest! Management - that looks after Paul). I was also aware that JLS’s UK tour was selling exceptionally well and, as such, may require the services of a “stand-alone” Tour Accountant, as the lads already have their own Tour Manager, who’s been with them for a while. I finally received confirmation at the beginning of this current week (11th January) that I was on-board and therefore – being that the tour runs right up until the start of Paul’s Japanese tour, (actually five dates before JLS finishes – once I leave Edinburgh next Saturday, to make my way to Rhyl, in North Wales, for the JLS rehearsals, that will be me on the road for over seven weeks. Thankfully, Jade’s friend will continue to “babysit” my house until June this year – an arrangement that works well, both ways – which is good news for me, as I have to schedule various workmen to carry out some minor, yet essential, repair works on my house, now that I’m seriously considering the need to “gear up”, in preparation for moving house, ideally in the Autumn of this year. However, before I risk my nose becoming any longer, the above recent turn of events can’t wholly be blamed for my diary entries slipping totally behind: we are all familiar as to the difficulties of getting back into the swing of things after the Christmas/New Year holiday period and I haven’t faired much better than most of us, in that respect. Am I making a decent case for myself here? So, having arrived back from Tokyo last Sunday, I’ve kept my head down this past week, working my way, systematically (or so I tell myself) through a seemingly never-decreasing list of domestic chores. I’m sure I’m making headway, however I do have to give precedence to any and all matters work related: there used to be a wolf at my door, where now there is only a hyena. However, the latter does emit the occasional, low, howl – to remind me that the wolf may still lurk somewhere. I’m now sitting in the “Green Room” at the Late Late Show studio in Dublin, where Paul will tonight perform the track “Tristesse”, accompanied only by Chris Taylor on the piano (similar to our appearance on “The Hour” TV programme, while we were in Glasgow, during the British tour). Also on the programme here in Dublin tonight are some of the cast members of the “We Will Rock You” stage show, that is soon to commence a ten-day run at Dublin’s O2 arena (formerly “The Point”). So, a few hours out on the town in Dublin’s fair city beckons: but, yes, I shall return. See ya soon! Sunday 3 January, 2010 May I just start this week’s diary entry my wishing my loyal readers a very happy New Year and a most prosperous 2010. Not quite sure how many of you are left nowadays, but I’m here for you! And where am I this fine Sunday evening? None other than heading north on the “East Coast’s” express rail link from London’s King Cross station, en route to Edinburgh, on what has been one of the longest days I can remember. Allow me to explain. We left Tokyo at 08.30 am Japan time, this morning, Sunday 3rd, and boarded a flight at 12.00 noon from Narita Airport. At that point, it was only 03.00 am in the morning in the UK – meaning that with an almost thirteen hour flight, we landed back into Heathrow just after 3.30 pm UK time today, transferred to the London (Piccadilly Line) Underground service – directly from the airport – and here we are now on the Northbound train, having just passed Newcastle and due into Edinburgh at 10.46 pm this evening. Not bad for a “day’s” travelling, huh? We woke up in Tokyo and went to bed in Edinburgh - on the “same” day! How bizarre, how bizarre! Jetlag hell approaches. Well, another year over – and what have I achieved? Well, I’m debt free: it’s taken me two years to clear my once (reasonably) heavily laden credit cards and I would struggle to accurately articulate the weight that has been lifted from my shoulders. It has involved the busiest two consecutive years of my touring life (with no more than five months, from the last two years, spent at home) to be able to accomplish this, but I’m there. I feared I would never see the day. Having said the above, I’ve now got about enough spare cash to buy a McDonalds Happy Meal: however, most importantly, I have managed to hold on to my house throughout (although my general plan is to sell this coming autumn: I just have to figure where I want to go after that!). Now, I’ve been giving some thought to the compilation of these diary entries, knowing that in many cases I am writing the weekly entries from a position of being two weeks behind (and - in certain cases – rushing them to print): often I have sacrificed interesting content, for the sake of speed of completion – and I’m not too proud of that. Therefore, I will look to re-structure the format of my entries for the coming months – on the following basis: to add a few lines each day. After all, there is never a day goes by where I don’t have my laptop open: therefore it’s just a matter of disciplining myself to pen a paragraph or so each day: this will certainly prove to be a more accurate barometer of my daily state of mind (get ready for some highs and lows, folks!) with the promise to myself that once my thoughts/reflections/observations are committed to the record, then I don’t go back and change anything – unless from a grammatical or layout standpoint. I will look to initiate the “new” approach as of next week. As the music industry typically takes an extended break over the Christmas and New Year period, it will all “kick off” tomorrow, Monday 4th. I have plenty to keep me busy over the next ten days, prior to my departure to Belfast on 13th of this month, for one show there (14th), followed by two shows in Dublin (16th and 17th) – not forgetting that the Japanese tour 1st to 13th March) is slowly edging over the horizon towards us. The sooner I can clear my feet, the sooner I can give my future some serious thought! See y’all!
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