I refer to my previous post.
It has been drawn to my attention that a few parts of this, taken out of context, might have given some readers the impression that, in some way, I had been involved in an incident during which a shotgun was discharged in the general direction of a dear sweet old lady in some imagined dispute over confectionery.
Let me assure you that nothing could be further from the truth. Except for the evidence in the Tommy Sheridan trial, obviously.
And my injured toe? I hear you ask. Well, my solicitor suggests that I claim it was sustained "hillwalking"
Whatever. The fact remains that I have lost the nail on my left big toe and it has turned septic. The festering nailbed currently exhibits a combination of colours hitherto only previously seen on the cover of 5000 Spirits or The Layers of the Onion.
In the circumstances, I have to conclude that this is a "Bad Thing". And so it goes.
Returning to happier times. As you do.
This was one of the first numbers I played in public as part of our class "group" circa 1964. Only cheap equipment prevented our vesion being as good as this.
Bizarrely, in the '80s I sat in for Rory (in rehearsal) for 20 minutes while he took a phone call.
The rhythm section was Jack Bruce and Charlie Watts.
The singer, Jim Diamond.
Strong drink had been taken. Bruce was then on his first liver.
Rory came back and said "Cheers"
More strong drink was taken.