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Archive for May, 2013

On The Road With Dad- Part 8

“Itchy Teeth Words” “Why don’t you have ‘something light’?” I hate it when people talk like this. I hate it when they’re suggesting it’s something I should do, and even more so when they’re telling me that’s what they’re going…

On the Road with Dad- a 3rd response

Plunder Stückchen This morning, having had a nice day off, I decided to venture into the hinterland once more for a brief run. I took to the hills, and took my markers from various ‘Disney style’ houses, barking dogs, and…

On the Road with Dad- Part 7

The Long & Winding Road” Just checking out of the hotel and I think the lovely lady at the desk just asked me if I ordered any extras to my room, minibar, food etc – “Nein, Ich habe nicht, danke!”…

On the Road with Dad- 2nd Response

“So you don’t wanna come for a run then?” Cue multiple excuses: “No, because: I left my shoes behind”. “I’m too tired” It’s to early, late, cold, hot, wet.” (delete where applicable) “I just don’t WANNA!!” So while the star…

On the Road with Dad- Part 6

Autobahn Our windscreen is covered – covered – in tiny little brown splotches. I thought it was a smattering of bird poo, but now we’re hurtling along the autobahn, more and more of these little dots appear, and I’m aware…

On the Road with Dad- a first response.

Having now endorsed, and shared five rather descriptive, honest, amusing and, at times, troubling reports on my behavior on tour, I thought it was time for a response. Happily I can’t really complain; it’s all pretty much true. One day,…

On the Road with Dad-Part 5

1 Knob Lane Whenever we check into hotels, we get asked to fill out a form where they ask for your address and date of birth. ‘Information Grabbing’ like this always irritates me. To quote Dad, it’s ‘meaningless’. Why do…

On the Road with Dad- Part 4

My head hurts today. I can’t seem to switch off after playing these gigs, the adrenalin rush is too much, and my puts brain into overdrive and keeps me awake until a million o clock, despite pint of red wine…

On The Road With Dad-Part 3

“Did you bring your running shoes?” This is the 5th time he’s asked me since we got here. “Bugger, no, I left them by the front door and completely forgot to pack them” has been my repeated answer / lie,…

On the Road with Dad-Part 2

“I want to make humus.” he declared. From previous experience, we know that Germany doesn’t import humus as readily as the UK, so I anticipate that this particular trudge around the local supermarket (by a man who has left his…