Athens airport waiting for the connection to Heathrow - flight number thirty-three since August last year. Chania was very nice, though roasting. The gig, in an athletics stadium, was good despite a couple of minor incidents. For example, while innocently photographing the rickety stage before soundcheck I was accused of taking pictures of the monitor engineer's daughter's arse, which I can assure you was absolutely not the case, though this did not stop the promoter from hassling me all day for a copy. Later, after the show, I had to accost a punter who'd stolen a tuner pedal from the stage - he handed it back without protesting claiming he'd only taken it because I wouldn't give him a drum stick as a souvenir!?

Next stop - a tour of Scandinavia in September.

Chania

Yes, I was right. It's bloody hot.