Tales From the Middle of Nowhere (Vol. 2): Belfast and the Psychedelic Chicken

17/02/2012 15:50 GMT | Updated 18/04/2012 10:12 BST

BELFAST 17/02/12


Well, where were we? Aberdeen? Let's start there then, shall we?

A great night, I think. Feeling much more at home now up on the big stage. Think the actual size of the Manchester gig may have freaked me out there for a while!!

Good singers, that lot up in Aberdeen. Not much happening post show though. Legged it sharpish. Had to be up early the next day to travel to Belfast. A day of pure fuckin' mither!

Why is it that you travel the entire surface of the globe... Back and forth and up and down all over the place and everything seems to run like clockwork, yet you get back home and all you encounter is delay after delay after cancellation?? Why is that? It's a fuckin' shithole nightmare, that's why!!!!

Arrived in the great city of Belfast in the dark and the wet. Not much time to do anything other than order what could only be described as a bit of psychedelic room service. Chicken Maryland anyone? No... me neither.

This dish (Chicken Maryland) consisted of some kind of chicken, whether it was fried or not is still not apparent, BUT it came with a banana (which was most definitely fried!). That's right, a fried banana AND a fried pineapple!!!! Now I'm no chef, but fuck me that can't be right, can it? That top Michelin star psycho Gordon Ramsay would have garrotted whoever came up with that masterpiece... Sorry? But what did it taste like, you ask?? Absolutely delicious!! It didn't even touch the sides.

So... To the gig in Belfast. A great, great night. Right up there with the best. They were the kind of crowd you would love to take round the world with you. Loud and proud. Young kids too. Very special. My keyboard player (who shall remain nameless) had the gig of his life. If you were there you'll know what I mean... Think Rick Wakeman mid-stroke!!

You currently find me in Dublin. Say no more. Tonight will be another great, great night. No doubt.