Jeb is asleep in the van. I am half asleep in the van. Seryn is silent in the corner of the van. Trewin and Ed are giggling about wee. In the van.
We're on our way to 'London world of Olympic adventures TM' to play at and support the International Youth Arts Festival.
We left at 9am. Today. Sunday.
Now, there are various rules surrounding the sleep patterns of 'musicians'. These are the same rules commonly adhered to by Philosophy undergraduates and those the KJB would describe as 'the wretched'.
These rules do not, as you may have assumed, involve what is happening right now, which is being awake.
And so, with a tired spirit, pure and without the prop of brown drinky or papery leafy lovely stimulants, we shall crawl with grazed knees to deliver our sermon.
'...and lo, they did fall asleep on stage, though the charity and art and things were pretty good and worthwhile until then.'
That's the best I can do, for now. Still...paints a picture, yeah?
Zzzzzzzzzzzzz.
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