Pavement Dancing Sleepy head eyes stutter open and get accustomed to a new day. Only it’s not a new day, is it Dan, it’s 6 p.m of the same day. Everything’s topsy-turvy, snotty morning gunk in my eyes while the sun goes down. It was about 6 a.m when I finally got to sleep, so that’s twelve hours kip, which ain’t bad, despite the undeniably bizarre feeling of waking up just as the day has finished. Better phone Chris before I do anything. Ah, look at that, yawning! But I’m not goin’ back to be...