2016

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NEW ZEALAND / AUSTRALIA JOURNAL #9

18/06/2016

Day 9. Perth

Thank you, Perth. You were loud, proud and downright noisey. What a way to end a tour. My ears are still ringing. Great to meet Dunfermline people so far from home.

Well as you can see it’s time for us to head off into the sky for a stop over in Dubai, then the final furlong into the UK. Australia and New Zealand, we love you and hope to come back. Look out Waterford. We’re coming your way soon.

That is all.

-Bruce

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NEW ZEALAND / AUSTRALIA JOURNAL #8 (Part 2)

17/06/2016

Day 8. Sydney (Part 2)

Well we didn’t see your bridge or opera house, but we did have a blast in the factory. Sydney, you rock and we salute you. Let’s do it again next year.

That is all.

-Bruce

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NEW ZEALAND / AUSTRALIA JOURNAL #8 (Part 1)

17/06/2016

Day 8. Sydney (Part 1)

Ford Mustang GT. Nazareth and Focus on the 8 track machine. Tommy Saxondale eat your heart out.

That is all.

-Bruce

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NEW ZEALAND / AUSTRALIA JOURNAL #6

15/06/2016

Day 6. Melbourne

Big treat for fans and the band as we were joined onstage by Colin Berwick who played keyboards on The Buffalo Skinners album. Hopefully, we’ll do it again soon.

That is all.

-Bruce

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NEW ZEALAND / AUSTRALIA JOURNAL #5B

14/06/2016

Day 5. Brisbane.

Who’s the daddy?

Me, that’s who. Move over Brzezicki, there’s a new guy in town and that guy is ME. Stand back in amazement as I dazzle you with my syncopated rhythms. Prepare to be scared shitless as I furiously bash out paradiddles without even thinking about it. Yes, I have the best seat in town and that seat is strapped to the back of Buddy Rich.

Brisbane, you rock.

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NEW ZEALAND / AUSTRALIA JOURNAL #4

12/06/2016

Day 4. Auckland.

Picture of me straddling the big gun when I went to Mount Victoria. Ooh er madam, that sounds a bit rude. New Zealand you were wonderful. Tomorrow Australia.
That is all.

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NEW ZEALAND / AUSTRALIA JOURNAL #3

11/06/2016

Day 3. Auckland.

As Tony Hatch once said: Neighbours, everybody needs good neighbours. Well Tony, this is Karangahape Road, not bloody Ramsay Street. We would all love to live next door to Kylie and Jason but real life’s not like that. For instance, take this dubious character who lives next door. He kept me up all night with his low end rumblings. God only knows what he was up to.

Right. Where’s my trombone.

That is all.

-Bruce