It's our final night of the trip, and with the exception of Thursday's Thai dinner courtesy of the band, our first chance to have a proper sit down meal. Everything else has been a cheerless bit of fast food for lunch or a snatched plate of food from catering in the evening.

Today is Awesome Day! For today is the day I tick one of the great wonders of the world off my list of jawdropping, breathtaking and, quite literally, awe-inspiring experiences. Today I get to visit Niagara Falls!

If there's one thing every tourist should do in Toronto it's ascend the CN Tower for the panoramic view of the city and Lake Ontario. And sure enough that's our first stop of the day, or at least that's the plan. It's a mere two blocks from the hotel but before we even make it that far we spot an open-top sightseeing bus parked right ahead of us, so jump on board.

I've heard many excuses from airlines before, but the email I receive from Alex takes some beating. He's meant to be on a flight to Toronto to join us for some Maiden action but British Airways have lost their plane. There's 300 passengers ready to board but, erm, no big metal thing with wings for them to climb into.

It's been ten years at least since I saw Alice Cooper play at the much-missed Astoria. Never having been much of a fan I was surprised not only at how many songs I knew, but also at how damn good he was. So tonight I'm looking forward to re-acquainting myself with the forefather of Marilyn Manson, Rob Zombie and a whole bunch more ghoulish rock'n'roll villains.

It's intriguing the gifts that forgetful hotel guests bequeath to their successors, secreted around hotel rooms where maids don't discover them. I've found porn in a safe in Brazil and a lump of hash in a drawer in Germany, but here in Montreal the gift one amnesiac has left for me to discover is altogether less welcome.

Ah, the best laid plans of mice and men... so easily blown awry by matters out of our hands. It's been a ridiculously busy day, pumping out press releases, dealing with pop stars and chatting with journalists, but like a whirlwind I get it all done and fly from the office almost on time to jump on the Heathrow Express and check in at Terminal 5 for my flight to Montreal, bang on time at 4pm.