'I was so embarrassed that Jasper (our guitarist) might see me crying, I had to hide my eyes under a blindfold'
On our last day in America we had an amazing day. We were taken to the Dodgers stadium to watch baseball. I've never seen sport before - any sport at all - so after seeing baseball, I've decided its my favourite. No one watches it - everyone is talking, drinking beer and eating hotdogs. It's a bit like a giant, outside pub interrupted now and then with applause. Brilliant. I hope it's the same watching football in England; I've a suspicion it's not though.
I always get really emotional on flights, I don't know why. Last time I flew, I cried at The Lion, The Witch And The Wardrobe and on the way out I sobbed uncontrollably at the Adam Sandler film, Click. Not just at the end, all the way through from about 10 minutes in. I was so embarrassed that Jasper (our guitarist) might see me crying, I had to hide my eyes under a blindfold and pretend to be asleep until I calmed down. This time I watched Rocky Balboa. It was a heartbreaking work of staggering genius.
We flew in to Heathrow and then got in a minibus straight to Cardiff to support Maximo Park. I was so tired and confused when I got there, I forgot to get drunk and consequently forgot what little words there are to our song, My Little Brother. One of the main reasons I'm in a band is to watch other bands for free so although I felt like I was dying and was sober and was definitely going to see both bands over and over again, I watched Das Wanderlust, who were on first and are brilliant. And after we played, I watched Maximo Park, who were so good I stayed right to the end, even though I could barely stand up.
Today we drove through a place called Penistone. You'd think a van full of people with an average age somewhere in the late 20s would be too grown up to laugh at that - but you'd be wrong. Every single one of us, laughing with tears rolling down our face, saying: "Brilliant, did you see the name of that place? It had the word penis in it."
