...or focaccia with gorgonzola and zucchini for that matter....
In Berlin before our first show I paid a visit to the Gemäldegalerie which was great. I do like a bit of Caravaggio, Rembrandt, Canaletto an' that.
| I can't not see a young Billy Connolly in yon lion's face. |
| What a sneaky wee glance |
| Might get this as a tattoo. |
| Berlin TFC aftershow party. |
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| A fellow schnitzelophile |
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| "Wim, could you put your hat on for the portraitist? - oh too late, he's started..." |
Our first show since North Carolina was dandy...
Hamburg was great too. We played "Baby Lee" for my pal Jana who was visiting from Glasgow, and Norman spoke a little German (he said "glockenspiel").
Ösnabruck was grand.
Before our set I caught the end of the last song by Fortuna Ehrenfeld and I have been re-playing it since.
I've been trying out a new disguise.
I've been catching up with Fleabag in the tour van, and listening to Robert Forster's new album. (Two things I have learned on this tour. Dave McGowan played drums on a Go-Betweens song and Roger De Courcey manages Rick Wakeman.)
I had some nice calamari and a stroll around. The Paradiso is a great venue and the gig was a blast.
A last week look around...
...and we rolled out of town.

















