Wet Week 3.

After last week’s aelf-fellating blog, it was time for a reality check. I went back to my old firm, recycling roads and motorways for a couple of weeks before my next tour starts (more on that soon).

No more manning the cameras at Hitler’s old Waldbühne amphitheatre for Imagine Dragons, or climbing through the roof of Wembley Arena to work the spotlights for an Indian icon. The past 10 days I’ve been down in sunny Cornwall, digging up the A30.

I lied. It’s been anything but sunny. Of the 7...