It's 2am on a chilly Sunday morning in March, The stars are still twinkling in the clear dark inky sky.
We stand on the doorstep, eyes anxiously scanning the street corners for signs of headlights , the taxi is over due.
It arrives 15 minutes late & with much relief Guitar, Suitcase & Cuffy are aboard & on route to the Bus Station.
I'm on route to bed.

As I snuggle under the duvet I feel a twinge of guilt , Cuffy still has a long way to travel for this Yasmin Levy gig.
Bristol Bus Station , then onto Gatwick for a 5.30am checkin for the Flight to Vienna.

His Viennese Whirl of a trip should go like this:
Arrival,
Rehearsals,
Hotel Sleep,
Sound checks,
Concert,
Hotel sleep,
Vienna Airport,
Gatwick Airport,
Bristol Bus Station,
Home.


The Glamour of life as a Musican eh ?
See You Tuesday Cuffy.

JOJO