so… skint to the bone i make a concerted effort to start job hunting… it’s a week or two between gigs the pantry runs low and i haven’t bought olives for months… the album sounds good though, maybe that’s all that matters… i look in the mirror at the hair and the beard… i got enough coins [...]

so it is…. head phones on, workin’ on the album, life is fine… mp3s sent around the planet in the hope that rather talented friends will find the time to lay tracks…