The Front Bottoms - Tour Diaries Sept-Oct 2013 | Page 20

Monday 7th October – Tilberg > Heathrow > Southampton
I slept until about half hour before we needed to leave. Adam, Brian and I cleared out the van before
we set off. Becka and Mat sat up front and we all listened to a bunch of old and new demos. I'm
excited to hear these new songs in their full form. I really like listening to demos after I've heard the
final version so I can see changes that have been made, I've always been a little strange like that.
Ciaran crashed out on the floor while Brian and I played heads up, a digital version of the Rizla game,
and picked at leftover rider scraps.
About 20 minutes outside of Heathrow airport there is a service station that we stop at every time
we come back from Europe. We sorted through merch, tidied the van and got all our personal shit
together. Our time together was coming to an end. Jimmy was waiting at Heathrow to pick me up.
We departed with hugs, safe trips and see you soons.
On the drive home I gave Jimmy some highlights of tour and reflected on my 23 days away. I’d been
on tours before but nothing had ever compared to this adventure. On the whole the shows were
rammed and exciting. We’d all become incredibly close and I didn’t even want to think about how
much I was going to miss them all.
I’d learnt a hell of a lot on this tour. I’d learnt that my glasses were indestructible, Buckfast and WKD
blue tastes awesome, sambuca and coffee beans does not and 23 consecutive days drunk won’t kill
me. I never thought it would be possible to get lost in a venue. We’d see the flatlands of France and
Belgium, beautiful hilly German and the crazy roads of the Czech Republic. We’d cruised through the
mountains of Switzerland and survived the hill in Glasgow on the way to King Tuts. All in all, we did
pretty good.