Anyway, here I am in Blackpool-On-Med, the king of the cheap package holiday, of sun, burger, fries, tomato ketchup, and more sun, where the good folk of England, Germany and Scandinavia come to bronze their pure white bodies. Did think about having a swim about three, did see some people paddling, and the odd swimmer in a wetsuit, but then I chickened out. Anyway by Jove, I've got a gig. It's far too easy, the fourth bar I ask in, and the guy on the till wishes me 'good luck', which probably ain't such a good sign. But IT'S A GIG!