Good evening....

Wow! It's been one hell of a week. Quite literally. Guess who had yet another fatal hotel visit? Yeah, yours truly, this time sleep walking - I think....well, the bump was so flipping hard I think I can't remember much other than blood, lotsablood, lots of laughing with tears coming out at the same time and paramedics. Paramedics and hotel staff. Lots of them pulling strange worried looking faces into mine and refusing to get me the plaster I wanted because it was too bad for that they said.

NOOOOOOO I have to do a shoot tomorrow I protest, can't you just make it go away? Nope. Anyway three days later here I am, back in London, head all bruised and brain all wobbly. Wobbly like jelly. Like a real jelly baby. Maybe I am becoming my song....although I don't think they do pink ones? Well, not yet anyway ;-)

Anyway, I'm sure you will let me off now that firstly I missed my date with Mike Strutter (sorry to those who went along), and that I'm a day late in uploading 100 club tickets for sale, as I know you are all coming and can't wait to get your ever so reasonably priced ticket to fabulousness :-D The updated shop is nearly uploaded (ggggrrrrr I can't wait for the new website as I hate this bit!) but I can't look at the bright lights for very much longer and I'm not quite finished. Anyway, tomorrow it is as I'm off up the golden trail. With the lights ON and fully awake.......

G'night xx