On his hip he wore vengance. . .

Right, some photo's for ya'll. Here's the Easter Island statues in Beaties. I've bought one, seven quid. I've got it on the piano and at night I light it up with two tea lights and I don't care who knows it. It's on the piano.
And here's my cup of coffee in Beaties coffee shop when a tank went past this Saturday. It was because there was a steam fair on in the park, not because Wolverhampton police now need tanks. Not quite yet, anyway.
And here's what I did today. I drove up to Derby to see an auction of Elvis Presley memorabilia.
See, this woman worked for the council. She stole almost 600,000 from pay and display machines and spent it on Elvis stuff over ten years. And she got found out, went to jail, and all her collection is being auctioned off. So I met my Rock & Roll buddy Mark 'Crazy Arms' up there, the auction is on Sunday, and I'm playing, but I wanted to see the stuff, so we went to a viewing. We were like kids in a sweet shop. But really hungry, starving Ethiopian kids, in Thorntons.
No, in that chocolate shop I saw in Belgium, which made even me water at the gob with that rich coffee 'choc aroma.
You get the idea!
Here's me with two original Sun 78rpm records. Ahhh, they were lovely!

There were shitloads of film poster, lobby cards, some seriously erection inducing vinyl, a couple of autographs, and a boxfull of late seventies bootleg albums that I'll be giving Mark an obscene amount of money to bid on for me and I don't give a fiddler's fart.




The TV people were there, and Mark reckons we'll be on the local news tonight.






See this record that guy's got there? Two thousand pound. It's one of the rarest records ever.
Lordy!
And there's people starving!
So, I had a nice day drooling, and I'm in the middle of a hefty slab of piano playing. I played Thursday night, I played tonight, I'm playing twice tomorrow, at two different venues, and again on Sunday.
But I've had chance to catch the fantastic Cara Dillon live on Wednesday, and it was a wonderful evening of Guinness, Irish music, wine and pasta bake for supper. Job's a good un!


There she is Wednesday, bless her!