I'm back. It feels good. Slightly. I have been home for almost a week, and still cannot acclimate to well. The trip was amazing. The gigs were amazing. Moz was fucking amazing. I ate well(mostly), drank well, did it proper this time. I got slightly ill in Manchester, but it didn't seem to matter one bit. Nor did it slow me down. Sorry to those I spread it to, but I was not the host. All in all, I had an incredible time, and I am so glad I went. Thanks to those that made the time pass so easily, even though I didn't pay much attention to the time at all. Many nights I can't even remember quite well, but that's just a bit of a testament to my excellent hosts. A big fuck you to the doorman at the Palace Hotel, who wouldn't let me back into my room when I couldn't remember the room number. A big hug to my two girls who made me feel so much better with the late night pep talk my last night in town, when I was feeling a bit a mess. A big "WTF" to The Black Cap in Camden? I mean....WTF? How do I explain the full grasp of the chav phenomenon in Whitehaven to the most clueless Americans? I miss a lot of things, and a lot of people. A few of you I miss immensly. You know who you are. There's always Roma?

Song: Song From Under The Floorboards-Morrissey

OH! And happy birthday Morrissey.