I’m going to allow yesterday’s Very Late Review blog some more air-time, so we can get as many reviews as possible to process in the final reckoning. This is another way of saying that I’m sort of taking the day off today. I will just quickly pay tribute, though, to the now famous Long-Suffering Tour Manager Giles, to give him the name he is thinking of making official by deed poll. Yesterday he had to drive the tour van to Canterbury while I got the train down there. He left London, well before me, at around 3pm. Except he didn’t leave London after all, because there had been an awful accident in the Blackwall Tunnel and everything ground to a complete halt and there was no way of getting out of it, either. Giles was forced to ring the venue and say he wouldn’t be there for the start – a tour manager’s nightmare. He finally arrived at 9pm, after taking six hours to cover a distance which you could probably hop in that time. I finished at around 9.30 and Giles immediately began to pack up our stuff and get ready to drive us home again. He was back on the road by 10.
They don’t just give the title ‘long-suffering’ to anyone, you know.