So it seems that I brought upon this blog the evil
Curse of the Promised Post. I did type out what I wanted to communicate to the
universe about the various Italian restaurants we visited on the tour, but when
it was finished I couldn’t bring myself to post it. Not because it was shit and
boring (it was, but that has never stopped me before), but because the
retrospective angle just made it seem really irrelevant.
The tour came to an end three months ago now, and the
big question we were asking got its answer. Whether that was the right answer or not still isn’t quite
clear. The blog isn’t about driving around in a weird little motorhome anymore,
but about opening a weird little record shop. We’ve slowly but surely sorted
this and that, dickered with builders and plasterers and painters, and the shop
is going to be ready for business some time this summer. Mine ears have heard
the glory of the compact audio cassette for the first time in decades, and I
have enthusiastically embraced this extra element of my emerging empire.
Then I was invited back to London
