Roxy is one of my favourite clubs to play at, always such an incredible reception there. But getting out of Prague turned into a Kafka-esque nightmare as that bit in the airport that processes the luggage caught fire and so my flight was delayed seven hours. Here are the kind of pictures you take when you’re stuck in an airport for ages.

I spy some spies.

Three chairs for Captain Spalding - hip hip hooray!

Rare baby photo of the 2001 Monoliths.

Well, the longness of the journey was somewhat tempered by the presence of Alice Cooper on my flight. Nice boots, sir. But no time for a chat, had to hit the road and make the 200 mile drive up to Leeds, arrived just in time for another awesome Metropolis night. I love it when a plan comes together.