Cool it kids...
Hey! Okay, I've managed to chill myself down and out and get over Sunday's debacle. Everything that could go wrong, did go wrong; the auditorium was a garden, I lost my guitar en route (it turned up in Calais), Jed's banjo string didn't hold out past 'The Amstrad touch' and at least two bottles accidentally struck me. No matter, I don't want to live in the past - onwards and upwards; we're working on our next gig and this time it'd be great if some of you turned up. God bless.
P.S I send all of my prayers to George Best and his family. One love Georgie boy - I'm sure you'd love the irony of kicking it on the first day of twenty-four hour licensing in England. Up the City!