23rd January: Incessant, driving rain, and a filthy windscreen, hamper progress to Antwerp. That, and searching diesel stations round Calais for the elusive heavy truck road tax needed for Belgium. I'm now back on the Tina Turner tour European leg - no White Cliffs of Dover again, for me, until early April. Bed at 3am. At 6.35, outside my truck window, a drunken colleague on this twenty-truck tour holds a loud, slurred, incoherent conversation. Then “Namibian Colin”, who shall feature regularly in this blog, accidentally blows his airhorn at 9 o'clock. When doing his daily sit-up getting out of bed, his bulky paunch catches the stalk on the steering column; he's simply too fat! 24th January: Terrible! Four bendy young honeys in miniskirts degrading themselves on stage...IN LEATHER. Yes, of course I watched the show. 'All
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