We played Church Lawford last night to a sell-out crowd, and we're in a Travelodge overnight - this one's not in an industrial estate next to a Little Chef, though. It's next to the Lady Godiva statue in Coventry city centre.
I've blogged before about the crimes which have been visited on Coventry, but this unexpected visit sort of distils the joys. The Travelodge staff are hugely friendly, and encourage us to eat our dirty kebabs in the bar (which stays open until 2am, God be praised). They must know we're going to trail salad and chilli sauce all over the place, but they don't mind. The Tempranillo's pretty good, too.
In the morning I visit the market and have breakfast there amongst the traders and shoppers. It's so bustling and active and good-natured that it leaves me with a huge sense of well-being. This is soon cured by a hilarious and diverting jaunt around the ring road...
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