Twenty-NineBarrow in Furness, North west England, three days after the Skegness show
'I look inside myself and see my heart is black'
CHARLIE HAS THE 'DAILY MAIL' spread out on his bed in the Barrow in Furness Travelodge, which is, by some considerable distance, the least impressive accommodation that they have stayed in so far on the tour. The rooms might be clean and functional but are totally devoid of any character, even less so than most hotel rooms, there is not a single picture on the wall or toiletries in the bathroom, it is as welcoming as a prison cell. As for Charlie, the most serious deficiency of all was the lack of a bar and so he had made a visit to the local Tesco's supermarket and stocked up well with his new best friend.
Under the headline 'GROSS DISTORTION OF HUMAN RI
