So it seems we’re back from tour. Despite having spent a ridiculous amount of time together yesterday saw us all just meet up again for no particular reason other than to share a few drinks. How cute:
Personally, I had a slightly less confortable return home as I arrived back after our 12hour journey to find that 3 of the members of Foals had left a 6-foot bath sitting in the middle of my bedroom. good one. ive already planned my revenge; it involves some bricks, some cement and a wasps nest. see yer laterz jimmy...
Anyway, tour was great; I think the best yet. We visited some amazing places, ate some great food and made a whole bunch of new friends. Most of the shows were busy and really fun so thank you to everyone to came to see us. Sickly isn’t it.
Hugo displayed particular heroics throughout by successfully playing 14 shows without us having finalised lyrics for many of the songs. We call it “yogurting”, and Hugo is now a master. Well, except for the occasional Freudian slip that was bellowed out to a few crowds, the details of which I won’t mention. He also wore a full length wizard outfit on some nights and is now considered to be quite the enigma in certain parts of Eastern Europe. Waving his drumstick wand at audience members before unleashing its power all over a cowbell during some lengthy percussion breakdowns seems to have confirmed his mysticism and was certainly enjoyable to watch from behind my drum kit. Between this, Jody’s ever increasing onstage wanderings, my brand new 2Pac T-shirt and Sam excitedly inviting the audiences to “have a pop” on our new material it seems we’ve made a little Jonquil-shaped dent in the European consciousness.
On top of this we are all now experts on Polish history and have learnt that most of what we were taught in English schools about the Second World War was complete bullshit. Or at least that whole sense of Allied heroics that in actual fact just left a country as amazing as Poland to rot under Soviet rule. Anyway, our driver Dawid was quite a prophet and we all thank him for helping us out so much. Believe me, he preaches the truth:
As mentioned before Sam has a problem with nature. In his case its known as "Bark-Psychosis". Here is a video docuementing the infliction with regard to a German tree. deal with it:
Ben’s attempts to send the rest of us insane with a continual barrage of ever evolving in-jokes almost worked; Jody, being particularly affected, sort refuge in a stolen pillow from ‘The People’s Hotel of Galileo' that now has his profile permanently imprinted in it. A bit like the Turin Shroud but more Welsh. If Ben attempts to say anything along the lines of “Museum breath”, “Paul Pots” or “meeting a bear that shits itself” to you then edge slowly away from him, keeping the image of that evil psychiatrist from the new batman films firmly in mind.
anyway, some photos have been salvaged from the wreckage of my personal belongings and the rest will be posted shortly. For now though enjoy this last little video taken all the way back on the first day in Lille. One day tweak. oh my god.
Im off now to put the finishing touches to the herb garden that we've made out of the bath that appeared in my bedroom. Those wasps are angry Jimmy. real angry.