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Hockey - Band On The Run pt III

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I remember: been some time now since we were sitting at the Caesar's Palace in Vegas, laughing beneath cheapo plastic columns, afraid to make the minimum bet. Now we've come back to the UK again, and old Europe too. Brick, cobblestones, low-grey sky and funny ways of phrasing things, I guess (you invented it!).

We went to Amsterdam first time to breathe the thick air of the soggy bottom lands, watched rosy cheeked fairies ride bicycles, admired the tall ceilings and Victorian preservation of it all. Back before World War II here! And Anne Frank just a little baby in the park, smiling before she learned to write. The show was really cool. Then we took a car trip across the countryside, watching cows, windmills and lush green fields. Millions of souls float on beautiful beams of sunlight here, me colouring in crayon on the back seat. I am surely impressed and one day will come to live here.

Sometime later we tour the radio stations of Germany by mini-van. Drive 10 hours from London to discuss The Smurfs, and the problem of teen drinking (the presenter brings it up). Then we play football in the sun a while before seeing Hamburg. A sweet and heavenly breeze exists there, and I walk the streets by myself at night, anonymous (myself, a German?). Somehow we make it all the way down to Paris where someone throws us a party (a coincidence, maybe). At midnight Tony is throwing glow sticks at strangers who do not understand American overfamiliarity. I, finding no solution to this problem, climb a nearby tree and shake, shake it around - and get my trousers very dirty. We have portion control at meals in Paris then talk live on national radio. Me not nervous at all, just an American exhibited, trying to be nice and speak clearly.

Now we're back for a good time while in the UK. Bestival was really the coolest festival we had all summer and a great crowd for Sunday at three in the afternoon - us gyrating and flopping about, pretending it's midnight. Saw the fireworks. Then did a boat show in Bristol where everyone sang me a happy birthday. So much fun I couldn't even stand up later. Then to Liverpool and seagulls, seagulls. The sun came out. Something cosmic there gives me a mystical sensation. Strawberry Fields, perhaps? I love it. Leeds was amazing and the best crowd yet, we are really having a time to remember. Now sat down in Newcastle to wait, thinking, writing down an idea, walking along the streets and singing to myself.

Jerm

3:34 PM | 22/09/2009

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