Sick bed
Apologies to the few people who were expecting me in Nottingham on Thursday night for the Durutti show, truth is I lost my voice in a perpetual coughing fit that refused to stop, I really was in a bad way, took to my bed after what seemed like an everlasting drive back from London. I hope the Nottingham gig went alright and that CMP forgive my dropping out at such short notice though in truth I could do little else. Luckily for me the hospitality factor in Archway courtesy of Helene and Tim was wonderful; I only hope I’ve not infected them with the virus. Overall the Durutti supports have been going well, Birmingham was great though nothing like the comedy fest of my last visit when I got all wrapped up in the infrastructure, as in curtains, which was apparently recorded on a security camera and viewed as home made entertainment by the Glee Club staff, who were, as ever, most welcoming. The Glee is right up there on the one of the nicest places you could ever get to play list. The dressing rooms are cosy and somehow have a great de stressing effect upon incumbents…so much so that you can drift into the ether and forget what you’re there for as I nearly did, chatting merrily away to the Durutti team. The London show at Dingwalls was more reserved on the audience part, but then again so probably was I as I was struggling with the voice, the cough and the snot…you don’t want to know. I’m kind of back in one piece again but it’s taken the best part of the weekend to shake it off. VPx

