We made it. I’m pleased to say that at about 8am this morning I walked in through my front door, threw everything I own into the washing machine, and made myself some toast. That was quite a tour. We travelled roughly 14,763 kilometres, playing 25 shows in 14 different countries (including two I hadn’t visited before). I came home with a lovely new guitar; we lost Ronnie Corbett, Merle Haggard and Prince. We ended up with a killer set on the main stage at Groezrock Festival, during which I managed to smash my in-ear monitor earpiece inside my head; the lovely Belgian doctors got everything out and patched me up. Hats off to the Sleeping Souls, and our crew – Johnny, Cahir, Doug, Martine and Tre. We now have a few weeks off the road, which I am going to enjoy.

There’s a few things in the diary coming up – a 6 Music takeover tomorrow, a songwriting class in Camden, the show in Brixton (sold out alas). I’m also getting my knee fixed and my back-piece finished. After that we’ll be heading back to the USA. The summer run we have coming up is killer; shows across the states with Gogol Bordello, Jason Isbell, Flogging Molly, and just headlining, as well as a few festivals. Check out the dates, my American friends, and I’ll see you on the road.