I’ve now been awake for nearly 40 hours

Saturday 3 March, 9pm (A hotel, somewhere near Dublin): Tonight’s gig is a low-key acoustic set at a private party in a Dublin hotel. It’s a pretty laid-back show, which is just as well for me as I’ve now been awake for nearly 40 hours and I’m beginning to feel decidedly odd. We don our sharpest Lightyears suits and knock out a set of acoustic tunes – George does his Sinatra thing and cradles a glass of whiskey in one hand, whilst Tony and I keep the music flowing in the background. I am offered a pint of lager, ...

Catholic girls living away from home are a lot of fun

Thursday 1 March, 5pm (Dublin Airport, Ireland): Sitting in front of me is a pint of Guinness so majestic you could put a crown on it and call it King Arthur. The first sip of Guinness on Irish soil is always a glorious moment, and this is no exception. I’m sitting with Tony and George in Dublin Airport, flanked by three pints of the black stuff and all our gear (including my new keyboard, which by some miracle I managed to persuade some radical shop owner in London to actually sell to me), feeling pretty smug. The Irish Tour ...