Holy fucking shit. For the last several years, when people ask where our favourite city to play is, we always say Glasgow, to which people respond with balnk stares and disbelief, I'm sure expecting us to say New York or Los Angeles or Toronto. "But they SING" we say in their defense, " and when they hate something, they tell you - loudly - but when they love something, they tell you equally loud." From the first time we played here, at King Tut's Wah-Wah Hut back in 1992 whenthe whole audience sang "What A Good Boy" at the tops of their lungs, we've been hooked. So, when we got here tonight, I prayed that our memories hadn't been exaggerated and that it would actually be worth writing home about. Thank god we hadn't overstated ourselves; tonight was almost certainly the best, loudest crowd we've ever played for. I don't know how else to express it, but it was a deeply joyful night and I thank everyone who came. Tomorrow at the Barrowlands should prove to be no less exciting. But first I have a whopping 3 hours of sleep to get before I have to get up for morning radio. God damn it all...