A great Glasgow crowd that includes The Vaselines. Absolute heroes in attendance. Somehow we play okay. And we did it for them. THOAP continue to keep the mosh pit alive. Later one of them ends up on the roof of our van. Glasgow as always is drunken and lively. Glasgow is always fruitful, at Mono John picks up vinyl: Half Man Half Biscuit, The Big 'O', Pigbag, Eminem. Kevin picks up some shoes. Ryan Sub Pop is on board we sail on to Newcastle. It's still summer.
First of October pushing thirty degrees. Loving tardy summer. Newcastle ruled. Always does. Big thanks to Anthony who takes care of us, ridiculously, yet again. Drove along Hadrians Wall. Tiny fortress. This country is beautfiul. Farm shop stop. Stare at loose Llamas and grab carrot cake and warm ginger beer. Instore at RPM Records, Newcastle.
Warm. Very warm. They're on to the Classic Rock thief.
Interesting Newcastle Hotel. Time warp. Lady of the night feature in the lobby.
Try to figure out the Mr T show on TV. Seems to be a show based around people walking in to glass doors. Bed then. Breakfast at the Baltic. Matt Stokes exhibit really good. Check it. White stretched limo pulls up, out spills a large lady who passes a drained bottle of champagne to the driver and wobbles toward Newcastle. Our cue. We leave. Angel of the North in afternoon musty sunshine waves us on toward Leeds.