Ok so I said I'd blog from around the world, so here goes. Apart from anything else it means Stephanie will get excited when reading it, probably clap her hands together and go "yay" which is always a nice thought for me. Oh, and it means she gets lots of nice hit spots on her world map. My friend Joe (who I luckily met up with in London on Saturday night - he lives in Holland so it's rare these days, but here's to you chiefy!) also checks it sometimes so there may be more European hits soon.

So I'm now in Germany, near Frankfurt (big city in the west, vying with London to be the top financial centre of Europe, but to be honest we all know who wins battles between the Germans and the English, don't we?). It's snowing here, and I haven't done much yet today apart from got back into the European breakfast mentality: bread, cheese, ham, Nutella (Steph can tell you about that one) and that horrid sort of fruit cocktail stuff you get out of tins. Now I have to get on and learn some music for tonight's concert and do some contractual work.

The reason I'm blogging is that my childish humour came out in full force last night during our journey. First, realise that I'm on tour with five other guys (no girls), and second, that sometimes this job is about concentrating on the little things to get you through the day. Like any job, I suppose.

Anyhow, our pilot last night happened to be German and named Herr (Mr) Kock. Not that funny in itself, you might think, but worth a little snigger. However, once we "de-planed" (not a real word, but one you hear a lot in the good ole U S of A when disembarking an aircraft) we came across a certain Herr Kunt who helped us to find the car hire place. Oh dear. The thought of these two esteemed German aviators getting jiggy in the way only nature could have intended was more than enough for my puerile brain, and that was it for the rest of the night.

Apologies if it offends anyone, but I couldn't keep it to myself. over and out.