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Today's buzzword is….breather, as selected by Mr RP Parfitt, rector of this parish. This means that during the course of this logette, I shall endeavour to include the buzzword as often as possible, in context of course, if any of you have a word you fancy that doesn't begin with w and end in r, and I also fancy it, I shall include you and also name check you. Wow. Hold the front page, Isn't that thrilling? not... Hey, I'm on the bus, gimme a break, in fact after all that exertion, I'm going to need a breather... make that a Bacardi breather (tho I've got a lithp, tho what?).
Before I commence on my pontification from on high, a high 5 to Jennie Walker for the first 50 quid in the charitypottypethingmate, which she paid to Cancer Research for me to NOT wear my blue stage shirt at Bristol! Also the same to the geezer who offered me a fiver and 5 prize winning onions for a signed sock. You're on son... in fact thanks to everyone that has made any kind of a bid so far, I'll be letting you know how the auction is going in a future log. If any of you who were at the first show, in Llandudno remember, 2 young reprobates were giving out the competition leaflets at the front door, that was my 2 sons, Max and Freddie, (see pic) who came on the road for a couple of days. Freddie definitely wants to leave school and become a musician, which is quite fair as he's 28 now, no he's 12 really. We got a lift home on the bus from Manchester, just the 3 of us, pigs in shit we were... 
Llandudno. Beautiful Welsh Victorian resort, the location of my first gig with Dexys Midnight Runners in 1983. New(ish) theatre, great acoustics, fantastic sound check, hence dreadful sound on gig, like playing in a padded cell, still did the set to some very enthusiastic Welsh persons (what the f... is Oggy oggy oggy, oy oy oy about? actually it could be some lyrics from the so solid crew, you know, one of those garbage, sorry, garage acts) no great surprises.
So, without even a pause for a ...you guessed, breather, it was on to Liverpool a place I'd never done, the Philharmonic. Now that's more like it, rocking sound, really really up for it Billy. We were a little concerned they might be a tad quiet after the summer tent shows, where we had the Scouse snobs at the front, but you were all the real deal tonight folks. Great to be back playing in Liverpool regularly, we didn't for a long long time, but I love the vibe there, roll on the next. Bradford, show number 3 on our extensive UK tour, only another 36 to go after this one the Gomorr was heard to say when he wanted to kill the conversation stone dead... By the way, did I tell you my auntie passed away recently. When I heard the news I was eating my dessert in a French restaurant, in fact I had brie the day she died. Now THAT'S what you call crowbarring... Where was I? Bradford, a goldfish bowl of a gig, people above you at the side of the stage, can't do anything like pick your nose or scratch your arse without being seen. Not that we do folks, as WE ARE NOT MEN, WE ARE GODS!!!!!!! We also made a horrendous cock-up during Gerdunula, everyone said it wasn't them. This is my take on it. It certainly wasn't Matt, Paul, Rick or me, maybe all of us made the same mistake at the same time, and as Francis is the main man of the group, this is of course a distinct possibility. I leave it to you to make your own judgment folks... Storming show, bloody boiling, full of crumpet, sold out, and Max and Freddie watching, not a bad life, as they say. My Dell boy is still shit, the floppy drive has now packed up, that'll teach me to ListentootherseventhoughtheyaremybestmateIshouldhavestuckwithmy gutinstinctandboughtausedcarinsteadifyoucandecipherthistellmewhatIamsayingcosiaintgotaclue. That'll breatherday? ...I don't really think so. Our crew are the best, we are the best, and so are you. Now buy me a pint. Cheers, Rhiney XXXXXXXXXXXXX 
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