having been on tour, visiting some of the less pastoral parts of the uk for the the last two weeks with a fine gentleman who goes by the name of duke special, it comes as a strange suprise to find myself now sitting in a cafe in waterloo, locked out of my house, having spent 65pounds on a new bike lock and only having had 2 hours sleep. how did this happen? things were going so well... if only i hadnt left the keys to everything somewhere in the bowels of manchester. imagine the surprise on arriving home at 4.30 this morning and searching the lining of my herringbone jacket and finding loose tobacco instead of the keys to my bike,front door, and all other lockable objects in my possession. still, the tour went really well. we made some new friends and the duke gave us a box of soaps to share. at least when i successfully break into my home ill be able to wash.