We arrive in Berlin in good time, even before the promoter. I have to recall pre sat nav days where we would blindly drive around the town looking for the venue, arriving late with drained spirits to meet a frustrated promoter, aha the good old days.
There's plenty of time before we go on for another cheese based meal. The venue, Privatclub looks great, a 60's vibe decorated with great enthusiasm and imagination and is perfectly spearmint.
Another great show tonight. Light, shade and enthusiasm despite our lack of sleep. You can tell Shirley is enjoying it because he keeps getting of the stage to join the audience. Tonight he is dressed as what can only be described as an off duty policeman trying be incognito, don't worry you haven't missed it he intends to repeat the outfit at the ICA.
Highlights this evening are the crowd pleasing, "We're going out" and the moving sing along of, "Saturday"
I completely crash after the gig and not even a couple of rounds of Jagermeister can force more than two words from my brain, I just smile and nod until someone carts me off to bed,
JiM xXx
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