After the fire
So I spared you all any kind of tour diary while on the Marystaple and Canadia Brodeo, but I feel like I should post something “from the road” so that I can interact with my fans through this new webbernet medium etc. First of all I want to pay tribute to poached eggs, and the many fine establishments that served these up over the past few weeks. Rivalled only by beer in terms of keeping the tour alive, the poached egg now has my respect. It’s a skill a must learn, this poaching.
Actually, that’s about it. All I really remember is poached eggs. That’s a pretty good thing to take away from any tour, says I. Thanks, eggs.
