We got back at 3 and we were up having breakfast at 7. Michel, who had helped organise the gig, gave us a lift to the airport, which was very kind. One of our oldest friends, Ricky, flew over from London for the gig - it was a hoot to drink a pastis with him last night and remember drinking Red Stripe with him in Glasgow in 83.
Now, the plane
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