A little bit miserable about missing the Tortoise gig last night, but I guess that’s life for you. I don’t mind missing concerts if I am sitting out in the sun, getting lightly toasted on cider, but to be ill…that’s just beyond the pale. I’m feeling a bit better today, but I am still having stomach pains. The Missus says: “Go to the doctor”, but I am a man and I’ll only seek medical attention when they find me passed out on the floor. Am I right or am I right, fellas? 🙂
On a lighter note, managed to flog some more copies of Sows’ Ears & Silk Purses and “Without Words”. The title to the follow-up 4-CD boxset is going to be: “The Good Shit”…unless I can think of a better title, that is!

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