Every Night My Teeth Are Falling Out.

Basketball and moccasins.

Boys Boys Boys

Rue de Sir Pasta Paul?

Paris has many confusing street names when you're trying to navigate one-way alleys in a van by a phone conversation and a printed map that takes you to the centre of a postcode instead of the place you're actually looking for.

Lee tells me this is the name of a battle or something, all we know is that it sounds like a certain local Manchester legend.

Meanwhile the latest trip to Holland had no such set backs.

Continuous Hit Music.

I really need to stop traipsing the European continent and running up huge phone bills and getting cut off.

4 countries in 1 day and now I know what tired means.

Bed of Nails.

Not much to report here.

Go listen to the new Wild Beasts.