It's a good deal more than 5 hours to get from Yorkshire to Somerset, but I arrived relatively fresh and on time. I had to make the gig a brief one because time and tide wait for no man and, in this case, my plane from Terminal 5 wasn't going to wait for me tomorrow morning.
The gig started, I did my thing, it went well. I left. Simple as. I managed to scoop a CD from the closing act (he gave it to me, I didn't nick it), so I effectively got to enjoy the tail end of the show in absentia, listening to the closing act as I drove back to Reading.
Then I tried to sleep.