Sitting at home having a brief rest from the road as we're in London today. Mustn't lie down though - I feel I would sleep until next week. The Sheffield gig was a bit of a drag, taking place in a sticky-floored venue that smelled (not in a nice way) of chutney, not to mention a dressing room which had the aroma of the inside of a beach ball and a production office that reeked of curry. All very strange. Both guitar amps failed during soundcheck, as did Les's keyboards, but somehow everything worked fine by show time. It's going to be a big show tonight - lots of press apparently. Best get back to work...