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This is my next gig, at Monkey Chews in Camden on Wednesday the 7th January. I'm doing a sort of mini-tour of London in January and this...

The day dawned with a call from McMum and McDad; I was touched to hear McDad say 'Many Happy Returns', as he has grown frail and som...

Richard, who is co-writing a biography of Martin Stephenson, wrote to me and told me he'd just bought Vaultage 79 and told me how much h...

I don't know about you but I find the visit of Father Christmas has more than one benefit, for as well as delivering a sackload of prese...

The sun's out! I'm going for a walk!

They're watching Wallace and Gromit downstairs so I have escaped- I can't stand Wallace's voice, which sounds like Alan Titchma...

Speaking of Rochefort en Accords, here's a Youtube of me, Martin, B J Cole and the Rochefort fiddle player doing the Airship Song by Ch...

I woke this morning as a copy of Mojo whacked on to the floor through the letterbox. There was a free Tamla Motown CD which boded well (ther...

I picked up one of those glossy cheapo showbizzy mags full of trashy photographs of minor celebs. 'Pick of the Crap', said the headl...

While I was away playing music, someone stole my wheelie bin. It's gonna cost me £50 to get a new one from the council. Grrr!

I went into Accessorize while I was waiting at Euston for the train to Glasgow, as I was quite bored. I was looking for hats to try on but I...

Accies was the first one; it had been a dreadful journey, courtesy of Richard Branson's Virgin Trains, a man whose face looms in the lea...

My only contact with Bill Oddie has been being shoved out of the way by him in St Martin's Lane as I walked past him one day, but now I ...