I'd had a gig booked in Manchester for the Friday night, so off I headed after work. I was due in Reading that weekend, but the gig came in the middle and I had directions from the gig to Reading from TheAA.com, so I knew the most efficient way to get to Reading afterwards.

The gig is co-run by someone I've had run-ins with in the past, though they have been smoothed over. I was a bit worried about ensuring that it was a trouble free experience doing this gig, as I would like to put run-ins very much in the past and it was a step forward to be doing this gig at all.

Well, I went out there and did my stuff. As well as the promoter of the night in question, there were also three other people in the room who run gigs. I had a tough job going onto that stage under those circumstances, but I did my thing and people laughed. Subsequently, one of the promoters told me when to call him for a booking another one emailed me with dates a few days later and the promoter of the night has booked me in again. Not bad from one performance.
After my bit was over, I reclaimed my guitar from the stage and took to the roads. I was directed by the instructions to use the M6 Toll road. This is worth every penny. It's a new surface, there's nobody on it at that time of night. There were no speed traps. There was even a fence to hide the regular joes on the normal M6 from view. Nice. I zoomed my ass off.

I arrived in Reading, safely into the arms of my sweatheart, who was freshly showered. I grabbed my own shower and then we got some sleep. A good end to a busy week.