And so once again I find myself awakening to the romantic sound of farts escaping and trucks heaving. Yes folks I’m back on tour!! Having battled through the Guinness barricade erected by Harry the Swede and his killer terrier and overcome the monotony of mountains of pasta supplied by unfriendly Romans I find myself hurtling at breakneck speed on a broken bus to Prague. With the prospect of Macedonia and Serbia to come, you can almost smell the fear of The dreaded Balkans ripping through the crew like a bad dose of local catering.  There will undoubtedly be some blood shed and split milk cried over, but the songs will be sung, the punters will be applauding and the balls will shine regardless. Bobby Dazzler will make it so, he has to, its his density.