Reality.

So, tour is now over, and I've been plunged back into my boring, depressing life.  I've literally got a shoestring budget for the forthcoming months, and I'm back to spending my evenings (and days by the look of it) laying in a bedroom I don't want to be in, with no one who wants to talk to me except her, my housemate and my brother.

I know I've said before I was dreading going on tour.  Turns out I was wrong.  It was a fantastic experience, new places, new faces and it showed me the music scene round here is fucking awful.

Now I'm back.  I've got to get straight back into picking up the pieces of my life and trying to put it back together again, like one of those jigsaw puzzles that has no straight edges and is just a picture of baked beans.  

I think the car has broken down again.  I've got about £3 a day to get by on until the end of the month.  I'm going to be single on my birthday.

The foetal position at the bottom of the wardrobe sounds quite appealing right now.