The last time I talked to you, I was in a barn in hail, way up in Cumbria, England, in the middle of nowhere.

And since then, I played in in Foxfield had a really nice time

Went down to Sheffield played a real nice gig there got to see my buddy Craig a whole lot of other friends

And then I went on to bury played a sold-out gig there at the Met nice little theater and

I went to wreath which was kind of in the middle of nowhere,

in the Yorkshire Dales is what I was told.

We passed up the house where Charlotte Bronte used to live,

where she wrote Wuthering Heights,

and I even got to walk through the Moors that she talked about there

in Wuthering Heights and imagined heathcliff

running off to seek his fame and fortune elsewhere i went on to brosley got to see my buddy caroline

had a really nice gig there got to hold some chickens and bet the chickens saw betty a 15-year-old

cat that i haven't seen in a while.

I was glad to see that she's doing fine.

I went on to play a private gig somewhere outside of Burford.

And I don't remember the name of the town if there was a town, but it was a really good time, really nice people.

I stayed in Burford that night and across the street from where I was was a pub where at one point, three robbers, outlaws, whatever you

want to call them, found refuge inside this pub and went in and got a pint. And I guess the law

showed up and busted them and they

were executed. These guys' names were Tom, Dick, and Harry, and supposedly that's where the

phrase comes from. Then I went on to Norwich and had a really nice gig, sold out show there,

ended up walking around the castle during the day,

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