Tales From The Middle Of Nowhere

Taken from Noel's tour diary for oasisinet.com

Denver was cold, man! Fuckin' freezing. Minus something or other. Left and went to bed in a snowstorm. Woke up somewhere else. 12 hours away.

Think we're in Minnesota. Bob Dylan country. It's cold, flat, grey and bleak. No wonder he fucked off to NYC. Even the cattle look miserable.

Just had breakfast at Trumps' Truck Stop. It was full of fat men in baseball caps in sleeveless t-shirts!! Sleeveless!? It's fuckin' freezing!!!

We're on the way to Minneapolis. I'm expecting endless boredom. It's a long way from California.

In a bit.

GD.

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