Another one for the books! This year featured lost luggage, flaccid volcanic activity, a carbon fiber guitar, multiple late-night trips to the Hounslow ASDA, songs no one has heard and even fewer can own, late night skullduggery, early morning TV buggery, and of course the unending mystery game of "what's that smell?" which can only be played in a Travelodge. Thanks to all the fine folks in Norway and the UK who continue to support my music by showing up and shouting at me. I feel loved.
'Til next time....