I walk a lot. A, lot. Usually along Brighton seafront but sometimes other bits of the country where gigs have flung me, but I walk every day. Usually at least two solid hours. And I recommend this act for a number of reasons, but sweet crispy-bingo PLEASE do NOT venture out of the house unprepared. Please read this following helpful load of cobblers to maximise your walking fun. (This advice applies to those of you using wheelchairs and any other forms of mobility aid but not
My esteemed colleague Ingrid Dalhe and I recently made the trek to Walton-On-Trent to play the mighty Bloodstock festival's New Blood stage at the behest of the lovely Mark Makin. It's odd. The prospect of hours in the car on a hot day doesn't fill me with dread when I get to travel with frickin' Batman!
The best thing about gigging with your friend with whom you also write, is that when you get stuck on the M-fucking-25, oh and you WILL get stuck, it's not wasted time.