 You guys should have been with me last night. I stayed at the Fleabag Hotel in Boston. Never closed my eyes. All night long, some nut was running around yelling, the British are coming, the British are coming. How he ever got that horse up on the seventh floor, I'll never know. If that wasn't enough to keep me awake, some guy across the street was waving a lantern looking for girls all night. And he was willing to pay them car fare.