Sitting on the bus trying desperately not to get right on the pints. This is a big weekend for the lads and I don't want to let them down. Attempted a nap but Kieth Robert's resounding yelp as the Young Dubs hammered the stage turned the exercise into an act of complete futility. A very thirsty band indeed.

I remember a nite in Vail colorado. One of many enjoyable stupors on the financially ill fated (and unforgiveably named) "Uprooted" tour. I was just a pup but McCann managed to sneak me into the aftershow party the aforesaid Mr. Roberts had miraculously managed to conjure up at the local paddywanker pint dispensery. (I heard there may have been some monetary malfeasance but that's another Tail) I remember being very hungry. I remember being fed. I remember a senorita who stopped my heart. Dead.

We are all guilty of something at sometime in our lives and heaven help the man who actually gets what he deserves. For every sad song there is a punchline. A grain of salt should flavour every tear. If absence makes the heart grow fonder, then mercy is its medicine.....and I for one am feeling very happy to hear the Young Dubs again.

Tosh