I walked in the door on Tuesday, having left Ash and Leon to majestically hold the kiddly-winkled fort while I set forth on my promotional assault (otherwise known as photocopying bios, columns and the like in readiness to send them out to agents, producers and other random peeps) – only to have Ash say those magical words: “*** from ***** rang and wants you to call her back about a tour.”
Woo-bloody-hoo. And no, I’m not being sarcastic.
And so my lovely pals, I am suitably chuffed to report that come mid-Feb, I’ll be setting off on a brief but nonetheless exciting Canadian tour (it is my first, after all) for exactly four nights in British Columbia. If anybody hears an echo through the Rockies at this point, fear not – it’s just my excitement.
After being introduced to the film Hedwig and the Angry Inch, a very well made little flick that shows – amongst other things – the gritty reality of life on the road, I’m prepared for anything. Who am I kidding? I can’t freakin WAIT!
Positive news. Rock.