I’ve been on five tour buses in my life, the big kind that look like modern kitchens with marble-top counters mixed with the triple stacked sleeping quarters of a submarine, all squished into one rolling corridor.

A long, long time ago in a galaxy far, far away - Okay, in Dublin about 1986 - I used to listen to a lot of what I now consider to be very bad music. Posters of Hard Rock and Metal bands adorned my bedroom walls and the stereo was frequently cranked.

Okay I’ll admit it I’m tired. I’ve done a lot of running around this year. I’ve loved it but I’m happy to be in one place for a time, though admittedly that feeling doesn’t last a long time for me either.


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