Hippy twaddle

Last Friday night I played at Patshull Hall. For nothing!
I don't normally play for nowt - but they phoned me up and they were in a pickle, and I'd never played there before, so.
The party were having drinks before the meal, and were being entertained by a string quartet, and were expecting to walk into the main room to the sound of the grand piano - only they had forgotten to book a pianist! Despite the floods, I was there in half hour and just asked for petrol money for me fee. An act of goodwill that will hopefully get me more bookings at this prestigious stately home. I could have asked them for shitloads actually. Perhaps I should have.
Next week is a little hectic too. I have four bookings in two days, at four different venues!




My annual pilgrimage to see the wondrous corn circles of Wessex is almost here. And this year it's been a bumper year for UFO sightings and strange crop marks. Yay! Here's me in one, last year or thereabouts.

I might check out Avebury - the World's largest Stone Circle too while I'm there.

And look! There's Julie singing in the great circle last year. What complete hippieness!

And lastly, in my squirrel book it says you should never let one eat out of your hand because their close-up eyesight isn't that good and they might bite your finger, thinking it a nut.

So, after spending many a happy hour feeding the squirrels in the park over the last few weeks, I decided I'd like to give one a nut out my hand, their tails being so fluffy and noses so twitchy and all . . and I got bit. So it's true! You have to watch out for them squirrels!

Luckily, it wasn't a bad bite and we're still friends.