One of these days…

…I'll get around to talking about touring the USA with The Phantom of the Opera and sharing a house in Providence, RI with ex-cons and heroin addicts, bumping into Diane Keaton on Rodeo Drive and appearing on the Jerry Springer Show. No extra-curricular shagging, though; I was a saint in God's Own Country. How could I behave otherwise, knowing my Green Card may be at stake, arf arf. That year was split between Los Angeles, Providence, RI, Chicago and Minneapolis, and a great time it was, too, not least because our time in Illinois coincided with the very last Seinfeld episode, a deal up there with the capital city's all-conquering Bulls team, led by no other than His Airness himself, who were also crowned champions that year (1998). He retired fairly soon after and seems to have since descended into obscurity. Sport is not kind to its stars.

Some time soon…

There are a few holes to fill, metaphorically speaking, in this story, so do keep abreast of developments should you be so inclined. We've not yet addressed anal sex in the Pacific or appalling shenanigans in the Azores, so don't give up if you've a life to spare or time to barter on eBay; I just need to be ready…