We thought we were starting the tour on the Saturday in Penzance and that Thursday and Friday would just be a little warm up to help Garf and Dave get used to using the gear: uploading, using all the gizmos Orange have provided, which makes this tour so different to the last ones we’ve done. It's so much more all-consuming and interactive.

Then we arrive in Bristol and are totally blown away by the seven or eight performers who turned up to Jason’s shop.

Then the next day we have an enchanted steaming hot tub concert in the middle of the Devon countryside and after the Penzance Unlit, we arrive in Newquay on Sunday, pretty exhausted already by the last three nights.

So you can imagine Dave’s reaction when I phone him excitedly from the centre of town, half an hour after him and Garf have gone back to the hotel saying,

“Oh my God Dave, we’ve got another gig tonight! I just went in the pasty shop and the woman there was so friendly and effervescent and I said so and then we started talking and basically we’re doing an Unlit at hers tonight and apparently it’s a real party house and there are some local musicians coming.”

The person I’d met was called Ali, and her and her husband Chris – who just turns out to be ex-Ireland footballer Chris Morris! – run a family business of Pasty Shops in Cornwall called Morris Pasties. The best in Cornwall!

I’d been hoping to make something happen out of the blue in Newquay, especially because it was my birthday and it seemed suitable to be doing some sort of impromptu musical celebration of some sort in someone's house... and now the universe - or namely Ali and Chris - had provided.

A couple of hours later we were round at their rather grand pad, Ali behind the bar making cocktails, a bunch of their friends and their friends' kids playing pool, just sitting around. Soon enough there was a set of music from a young local band called Proving Katy Wrong. We’ll put up some little films soon...

It was a lovely vibe, everyone seemed to dig the spontaneity and bizarreness of the situation. I talked with Chris about when he met the Pope at the 1990 world cup, when I met the coach of the Netherlands bobsleigh team who then got up and sang a Sinatra song acapella, while performing a dance routine with his wife...

... before half of us piled in a taxi and went down to the dodgy disco in town and I almost got my hat nicked and drank too much tequila and stumbled home in the early hours... not quite a day off then, but who wants a day off when the days on are like this??