Somewhere along the way my suitcase had an accident
So . . . that England game was an epic encounter. Great atmosphere. Good laugh and all.
Caught an early flight the next morning with a load of glum looking swedes to Stockholm. Did a show at that Hultsfred Festival. It was ok . . . nothing more. Think the crowd enjoyed it more than I did which really is all that matters innit? Legged it straight off stage to a waiting private jet what took us to Denmark.
Somewhere along the way my suitcase had an accident. It looked like it had been run over by a tractor when it finally got to my room. Shampoo everywhere!!! A right fucking mess. The festival in Denmark was an odd one. It seemed like it was in the middle of a housing estate. Cold, windy and grey. The rain came later. The gig itself was mega. Don't know why . . . it just was. Left the stage to light drizzle. Snow Patrol had to deal with that though!!
Got straight in a car and off to Copenhagen for a day off. Didn't do much except somehow catch a bastard cold. Not feeling too clever at all. Off to Gdansk tomorrow. It’ll be my first ever time in Poland.