All part of life's rich tapas

Had a funny few days. First thing on Thursday morning, Caroline Coon phoned and offered to contribute towrds a launch party for the book. I was so touched I almost burst into tears. It has been such hard work- or rather, it's still being really hard work. More information keeps turning up at the last minute. So I was manic all day at work and din't manage to get anything done- I have 60 songs to listen to but didn't even start. Then yesterday, I phoned Poly Styrene to ask her permission to use the interview in the book and while I was talking to her, realised I wasn't using any of it anyway apart for some anonymous stuff. We were yakking away for ages about the Cathars, sage tea, Boy George, all sorts of stuff. Almost late for the rehearsal with Tash but got there. And then played, and little Bruv came and also firstcousinsonceremoved, Neil and Callum, hello Neil and Callum! I don't know about anyone else but I drank more beer than usual and my head hurts and I'm lying down writing this. The cat is jealous and thinks I have a mechanical fur-free cat on my lap that is getting all her attention. At some point I know I must become vertical, but not just yet. And today... well, I'll tell you what I am doing today, tomorrow, because it's a secret. I sort of wish I was going to Deptford Festival though- my friend Debbie makes fantastic clothes, skirts out of parachutes- I have got one- and she has a work unit in the Cockpit Arts place. I also met the lady with the bread stall, Charlotte, when I went to pick up the music from Ben. And I met a man who is writing a football song... Paul who plays sax for me has played on another one that gor played at an England/Germany friendly and Gazza is in the video. Joby rightly pointed out that quite a few expat Geordies are not as cool as I thought they were- poor Gazza squirty-eyes being one and Ant and Dec being two (more). So I was wrong on that count but I still reckon I know better jokes. Oh, soup is where my brain once was. Gonna try to get more shuteye. See you tomorrow.