24/04/2012 07:13 BST | Updated 24/06/2012 06:12 BST

Tales From the Middle of Nowhere (Vol. 2): Where I Get Blanked by the Dalai Lama

You currently find me at LAX.

So... comrades.

Where were we? San Diego? Strange place. Nice place. Very hot. Not much else to say about it really. It was an in and out job. The gig was a bit... a bit... a bit... I'm searching for a word here and I can't find it... a bit meh? That's what you young people say innit? Not earth shattering. Not shit. Just dull. Now that could be due to the crowd seemingly being a visibly older crowd than what we're being used to dunno... any way I've said too much we should move on.

Before I forget though I must give a shout out to the girls with the "jesters of malice" sign. It does give me a little chuckle that gear... and the Dalai Lama who was in town but sadly never came to the show (miserable little Buddhist monkey man!!!!)... anyway ENOUGH!!!!!!

Over-nighted it to Phoenix, Arizona after that. Now that place is fucking HOT,HOT,HOT!!! 95°F... lovely. Gig was pretty much the same as the night before. Uneventful in the extreme... apart from one fucking guy who kept shouting out at the top of his voice... "YOU'VE MADE IT MAN... YOU'VE CRACKED AMERICA MAAAAN!!!!" A quick glance up at the smattering of empty seats in the balcony would suggest otherwise I thought... but thanks anyway MAAAAN!!!

Legged it double early the next a.m. back to LA. Iree Nancy, the Mighty I and Bunny Dread are on holiday there see? Had a nice day off at the funfair yesterday. I won a Smurf (not a real one) for the Mighty I by smashing fuck out of some frogs on the head with a mallet (again not real one's).

You currently find me at LAX waiting to board a flight to one of my most favourite places . . . . . . .