Keep left and carry on

It might not be what you want to hear from a hobbit like me, but getting the driver’s licence completely changed my life. There would have been no duo tour without it. Actually, no The Architect either, since it was written solely on (very heavy) equipment borrowed from Team Me. But after three years of driving, I still feel like a complete idiot when I have to go on the wrong side of the road. If anyone in the Manchester area came late home from work today, it is probably my fault.

Anyway, in some magical way I made it to Manchester. The stage lacks microphone stands, microphones, cables and light (yes I know I am a spoiled Norwegian) but has a genuinely great atmosphere. And a soup kitchen just around the corner. And that’s Katrine there, to the left in the picture! She came flying in from Norway this morning. Soup, cellist, sound. I have it all. I can’t complain.

In a few minutes’ time I’ll be singing English songs to English people again for the first time in a long time. They’ll understand what I am saying. They’ll understand that “words always come before you do” can mean something else. They know that biochemist is not a word. Neither is the verb ‘to spike’. I hope they don’t ask for A Sense of Grey. Apart from that, I’m good. Colliding in language is one thing. Tomorrow we’ll be going to Guildford. As long as I remember to keep left…