h-h-h-hastings

It’s a bit ch-ch-chilly backstage tonight

Thanks for that Hastings

OK, it might actually be my fault. I possibly left my jacket back at the hotel.
Duh.

Anyhoo, in addition to our accommodation being like the mansion in Downton Abbey
Hastings is always such a great place to catch up with old mates.

I signed for a record amount of time at intermission, and I reckon I had met at least half of the fabulous peeps before.
I love that shit.

I also love that when I sit in my office at home writing new songs – I always hope that they’ll be received well. That people will want to sing along.

Hastings, it’s nights like tonight that make it worth it.
1,100+ like minded nutters, singing along and yelling out F.O.C.U.S. to me
I’d give you all a big, sloppy thank you kiss, but someone would end up with herpes I’m not that tarty!

Who am I shitting?
Yes I am…..c’m’ere you!