We survived

 We've had a blast.
One more night of playing at the Ship Inn at Low Newton (one of my favorite pubs on the planet, along side Northern Snippets 2 pubs in Northumberland), then heading to Paris for an overnight stop and then home to Vashon....... or maybe not! Old Nick was definitely out and about last night in Newcastle. There were packs of wild scantily clad women in various stages of inebriation staggering around the streets looking for mischief, and equally large numbers of men hanging around on the off chance of providing it. It was not a pretty sight. It was a bit of a culture shock for Steve, who is still staring out of the kitchen window this morning wondering if the world did actually come to an end last night. I think the devil was so taken aback, he forgot about his deadline and has now woken up with a hangover to end all hangovers and is now out for revenge. The Iceland volcano is active again and screwing up air travel, so I might be here longer than I thought.
If I get stuck in Paris, please call my wife and son and let them know I am OK.