EUROPE - BRIGHTON, GREEN DOOR STORE

Staying sober for a five band bill tonite is a sadistic proposition, but my body needs the rest. Lovely sunshine on the way to Brighton, Sabbath on the playlist. Good omens. Americans very excited to see the beach but I’ve warned them to manage expectations. Pebbles and that. Coordinating getting our van coolant leak looked at for when we arrive. Managing expectations for that too. 

Load in early, just me and Simon, so we reward ourselves with beers and a few hands of his Star Wars themed Uno as we try to triangulate a mechanic. Brighton show is sick, packed house again, lot of movement, pit action. Sad to say goodbye to Ninth Realm boys, they’re fucking dudes and it’s been great having them. 

Drunk, pleasantly stoned and listening to Mingus, Dizzy and other jazz greats on the midnite drive to Hastings to crash at Ben’s before the obligatory post- Brexit Bureaucratic Bullshit Fuckaround, of which we’ll likely be penalised for something (van not up to scratch, suspect residue on my person, battle axe not included on Carnet inventory, take your pick).