You are allowed to enjoy this…

This is the artwork for the forthcoming CD. Nice and minimal, isn’t it?

Yesterday, I received the letter telling me what sentence JNB got for all the damage, upheaval and stress he caused to my family and myself. It was 16 weeks imprisonment suspended for two years and a two year driving disqualification, plus our £175 compensation. Call that justice? I don’t…
This is the first and only official communication I’ve had from the police since the incident. There’s no counselling or victim support for us, because when broached at the time of the crash, it was revealed that this wasn’t a crime, merely a “road traffic accident”. Meanwhile, we discover that this person has his address in Muswell Hilll, where the average house price is half a million quid and is only around the corner from the former home of radiactive russian spy Alexander Litvinenko. Strange world, innit?
Yes, I am thankful that no-one died, but the mental scars run deep and I find every day increasingly harder to deal with. The property is for sale and I will sell at any price to leave and start again. Meanwhile, this piece of human filth is probably driving around without a care in the world because there is no justice and no real weight behind the law. He was found guilty of five charges, but only sentenced for two. So for him he probably thinks that even if he does get caught again, he can dodge his spell in chokey by spinning some sob story.
And that’s why this country is heading down the sewer because you can do exactly what you like without any real comeback until you murder someone. And if, by chance, we’d all been blown up by the ruptured gas main that Mr Browne caused with his dangerous driving, he’d have probably only got five years (out in two) because it was a “road traffic accident” and “he didn’t mean to hit the building”. My only regret is that this scum wasn’t wiped out in the crash because I very much doubt he’s seen the light or seen the error of his ways or feels any remorse for what he inflicted on us. A true waste of human life, destined for nothing, just put here to inflict misery on others. I hope you have a happy life because your day will come and it will come at your own hands, and it will be remorseless and brutal.
Oh well, chapter closed. Time to move on…

New album is “finished”. Now the hard part: designing the sleeve. 

New CD sleeve design is finished. Huzzah!

So the new “album” is finished and the usual negative feelings that come with the downer after completing a project are present. Just need to design an album sleeve, but I am out of ideas. It’s always the hardest part. Misery and woe. Boo hoo hoo….

And so all the strands come together…’tis the endgame. The insurance company want to settle early rather than stumping up 12 months of Business Interruption payments. The ball is in their court. How much will they offer and will we accept? We don’t have a choice and I still have to pay my own loss assessor £13k

I guess you could call this my anti-war song, except there’s no words. The eastern flavour and staccato, almost bolero beats, put in mind fighter jets firing on Baghdad and bombs going off left, right and centre. Ideal music for a war film that’s never been made perhaps? I wasn’t sure of it when I finished it, but The Missus liked it. But if anyone can suggest a better name than “Baghdad”, please jot those suggestions down for me.

I guess you could call this my anti-war song, except there’s no words. The eastern flavour and staccato, almost bolero beats, put in mind fighter jets firing on Baghdad and bombs going off left, right and centre. Ideal music for a war film that’s never been made perhaps? I wasn’t sure of it when I finished it, but The Missus liked it. But if anyone can suggest a better name, please jot those suggestions down for me.