London...our work here is finished...

Cute drunken blondes dancing with their tops off then disappearing into the ladies' room for twenty minutes. Great piano, well-tuned and properly hot in the monitors. One hour of sleep, then off to the airport for Cologne. Don't try this at home. But only because if you're at home, why would you need an airport? Wait, do I even know what I'm saying? What the hell time is it?