Labour Party

26/9 Cardiff in which we run out of Diesel 150 yards from the venue after the show. After everything. All of Cardiff has gone home. Gear out on the street. The worse thing that could happen would be a sudden out of the blue midnight torrential downpour. Happens. We are rats. We drown. AA. Automobile Association. Angel Association. What a guy. Tells Willis "Give her what we all need, a drink". A great show Cardiff. Clwb Ifor Bach. Apple Pie play better each night and get worse at collecting their fee. On a full tank we sleep.

27/9 In Worcester we find ourselves momentarily contemplating the differences between UK and US touring. Nothing deep or clever. We just dropped by Willis' house and behind schedule but everyone, without hesitation, agrees to the offer of a 'quick brew'. We wallow in the garden for a bit. Time in the UK is relative.

Liverpool is unlike any other City in the world. Is it always a street party here? Everyday is like monday. It's a funny contrast: The Labour Party has descended on it for a massive annual conference. So it's a sea of badly fitted suits and boozing politicians and "Keep Calm & Party On" tshirts and mini-dresses and high heels. Everywhere. It's insane and it's monday. The show was great and somehow matched up to all of this.

Birmingham what have you got?

T O U R U K W A L E S

24/9 Exeter in which a man pulls out his penis in the background of John and Kevin being filmed for Noisey while his friend shouts "Elvis, Elvis". First show of UK tour first with new tour friends The History of Apple Pie who wrangle the feedback in to a killer show. Local heros The Cut Ups open a Cavern Club all rich with hardcore punk history and Robin's homecoming. Great show. Load out through the young, drunk Exeter.
Parting shot: "Do you want to sign any boobies?"
25/9 Wake up in Bovey Tracey. Beautiful. Widescreen sky. Children pound on a piano. Almond spread on homemade bread. The Moors. Walk on Dartmoor. Climb Haytor, an old volcano. Ponies. Climbing cows. Snacks from a farm shop. This is UK touring. Warm autumn. Notice a sticker on the back of our van says: "The Only Tool in this Van is the Driver". We're all tools together driving to Cardiff. Up against Cardiff Cheese Festival.

Tame the Sun video

He's a mighty good leader

Beer: your only real friend on the road

In a bar under Bob Dylan's old house

Trotters Independent Trading

In there somewhere.

More specifically.

All work.

Culture Clash Records, Toledo, Ohio

We drove to the brilliant Culture Clash Records in Toledo, Ohio and we played an instore there and they fed us Mexican food and we went crazy picking up records. A really good store. Good people. Good dog.

Hotel haul.

Military Men

Spotty damaging wind.

The lady said "I bet you're taking that back to your man cave"

Tour swimming. Only sure way to sanity.

Of North America

Happy accidents.

You find what you can on tour.

Short stops in middles of nowheres.

Rest Room Hall of Fames.

Boston

Cameo, Brooklyn.

KOPS Record Store, Toronto. A good store.

http://twitter.com/#!/kopsrecords

Oh Detroit.

The Willis.