Apologies for the interecession but I have been ill.
Whilst I am realiably informed that I had flu and that is why I feel like shite I soldiered on like the brave little soldier I is.
I've noticed that Mr Neil Taylor also has flu . . . but is being attended by his very own geisha girl . . .I'm fine on my own chaps . . .don't worry about me.
What is worrying is the inability of anyone in this band to remember anything that has occurred over the recent past. We can remember the songs from all those years ago but on the way out to see Mickey Flanagan I played Shugs a couple of demos we recorded 13 years ago. Complete blank was his response.
This morning I had to do Mr Seabright a favour and I played him the same tracks. He said that he had a vague recollection of the second one because of my repetitive raving on it.
Then this morning Mr Guiver sends me a track which, with the horribly out of tune guitar means that it can only have been played by me, yet I haven't the faintest recollection whatsoever.