As Heather Mills McCartney might have put it, I'm finally on the last leg...

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Incredibly, tomorrow I once again jet off to a gig, for the fifth time this month. Harrogate, in the North of England is my eventual destination. This time, I am going to attempt a multiple stop kind of thing, hoping to call in on friends in Luton, my Dad in Derby, my daughter in Sheffield, my ailing bass guitar in Doncaster and my son in Wakefield, all in the space of 24 hours. Somewhere in the middle of all that, I will be finding time to do a full show with BC Sweet. Then , assuming I have enough left in the tank to make it back to Spain, I can relax a little as we take our seasonal sabbatical, re-emerging as hungry rockers again at the beginning of February.

Wish me luck, it's gonna be a long weekend!

Father to Son

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It's Saturday morning, less than two days since I said goodbye to my son at Alicante airport as he headed home to England. He'd been to stay for a week, The first half spent down in Mojacar (where he lived for a while a few years ago) the second half up in Albir with Miki and I.

It was a joy to see him, but not only that, a joy to see him developing as a young man, his curiosity, his politeness, his humour.
As a musician, I am naturally over the moon at his burgeoning skills on the drums, and his interest, ambition and involvement with his band, Jilambis.

He is performing well at school, after difficult times re-adjusting returning from Spain, he is set to do well in all his exams.

But perhaps just as joyful to me is the fact that he is accepted and liked by Miki.
Children from past relationships can be a difficult bridge to cross, so it means a lot to me that Miki welcomes him.


Pride is meant to be one of the seven deadly sins...well, then I'm one hell of a sinner because I'm seriously proud of him!

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