After a great night in Fareham, we woke up and set off for Liverpool. James Budden had a prior engagement in Basingstoke that day so we’d arranged for my Devonian friend Nick Wyke to play in his place. So after dropping James off en route we headed through Hampshire and up the motorway on what felt like a never ending journey. Having abandoned all dietary self control a couple of days ago, we stopped at several motorway services to stock up on beige stuff. At Stafford services, we sat outside to eat beige things and were joined by some ducks, which was nice. We arrived in Liverpool just in time to meet Nick and begin the daily unloading and sound checking ritual. Another enjoyable evening followed. Without realising, I had got ready for the show in a disabled toilet and then sat in the kitchen storeroom with Mike waiting for our on-stage time, only to discover 5 minutes before the gig, that we had our own dressing room prepared on the floor below, with wine and mirrors. Post gig we headed to our accomodation but somehow ended up at an Irish session which was taking place near the Philharmonic as part of the Liverpool Irish Festival. So, all in all, another great night with no major mishaps + huge thanks to Nick Wyke for his skills.