How to book a tour: / by Tori Reed

Step 1. Dive in head first

Step 2. Have your french spy/ aka trusty steed Barbara at your side

Step 3. To be confirmed

Yesterday I booked my flights to the UK.  This is a little frightening as I currently do not have regular gainful employment.

Lots of money on credit card......check.

Feeling of intrepid fear in the pit of my stomach.... check

Going to watch the TT whilst I'm there..... heck yeah!!

What better way to ease your money fears then organise to go to an event that was a childhood dream..... ahhhh yes!

But back to the tour.

Having decided to take this whole music thing seriously it has become clear to me how incredibly sharp my learning curve is.  To give you some kind of idea, think about the steepest hill you have ever approached, cover it in a thin layer of ver glass, put some tap shoes on, and try and climb it.  This is not to suggest I'm not having an absolute ball!  Consider walking on ice with tap shoes?  Often times it is cheek achingly funny!  The lack of balance, the regular feeling of disorientation, those stomach clenching moments convinced you're going to fall flat on your face followed by belly fed laughter fuelled by the fact that, despite your naivety, you've managed to slip and slide your feet back underneath you, stay standing and somehow make it look like ice skating!  I like ice skating.  I also like laughing at myself, which is fortunate...

Three months is surprisingly easy to fill when you're looking at the festival circuit in the UK.  I guess the fact that there are MILLIONS of people there helps with planning a music festival for every town.  The more I search, the more I find, the more I find, the better I feel, a little bit less like a itsy little tadpole in an incredibly big lake.  I've always held true the theory that if you pretend to be able to do something for a good period of time, you will soon find yourself able to do said thing.  It's not so much lying to yourself, as convincing yourself.

But to matters closer to home, here I am in Wellington.  The windy city.  The city that feels like a city, but in reality it is just a big town.  This is of great relief to me as I was concerned about moving back to the big smoke.  There is no feeling of anonymity here, I have already found my favourite bar and the people give me a nod and a smile when I come in.  It has been more than luck that gave me the beautiful people who are helping me assimilate.  I have the fortune of knowing the Queen (she has saved me an unknown amount of money thus far!), the Doc (who attempts to keep my feet on the ground), the Queer (who never fail to bring me out of gloomy moods) and the Family (what would you do without that sanity?).  I have met poets and performers.  I've met '60's jazz club owners from Holland (whose story incidentally has prompted a new song, stay tuned, I'll get a recording up).  It's been a fun start to a new way of approaching life!

Plus you know you've made it when you've got a magnet.