What's the solution? Well, the title gives it away. I'm off to do a last-minute gig tonight in Nottingham. I shall not be beaten by a single gig. Never. You're as good as your next gig. And my next one is 150 miles away and due to start in 6 hours. All to play for then. In fact, if I can throw myself into it with gay abandon I shall do very well indeed.
There. I almost feel better.