Sunday, October 12, 2003

We met TinyDancer in our hotel lobby and shared a cab to Victoria Station. From there we boarded a train “The Gatwick Express” which took us to Gatwick airport. Grabbed coffee(blech) and some sort of breakfast pastry right by our gate...Why do these moments at the airport always seem ten times as long as moments anywhere else? I couldnt wait to be in Manchester and get this crazy day going! Our last day among the excellent Ratdog UK crowd-small enough to know almost everyone by sight-but big enough to fill most of the venues we had been to. At tour’s end, I knew about 45 people by first name (not including the bandmembers) I started writing names down in Bilston when it was obvious, my poor brain was overloaded with info..