No, actually, I am quite happy to be home. Touring is an evil necessity of being a rock star. Ok, it's not hugely evil. I meet many gorgeous ladies and seeing new towns is... well, ok, so I never really get to SEE the towns as we are always either working or sleeping! Once in a great while I get to play tourist.
So, a few photos of the band from a photo shoot in Europe.
Anyway... my 30th birthday is next month... so strange. 30 years. Wow. I feel old. Then again, Bruce, who will be 40 next year, thinks I am a baby.
OK, I am going to go pass out now. More maybe tomorrow! What do I have planned? Not sure really.