I’ve discovered I’m not a natural blogger. I promised myself to update this page every fortnight and this is my third post in six months. I have to credit my manager Jonny for his ocean sized patience, every couple of weeks he e-mails me to remind me to write something witty and incisive and every couple of weeks I fail.
Thank you to everyone who sent such generous messages after the birth of my third daughter Nancy. She is bonny, strong, healthy and seems to like my version of Twinkle Twinkle which bodes well for my future career as a children’s entertainer. I just need to perfect my balloon Stegosaurus.
As I’m sure most of you are aware I’m playing some shows in June-Brighton, London, Leeds and Cardiff. Jonny and I are currently trying to finalise support acts and should have some news for you soon. Cardiff folks, you are in for a treat.
It breaks my already damaged heart that we simply can’t afford to play everywhere. The hard reality of touring is that after paying Robin, petrol and accommodation (usually a Travel Lodge, luxury is a bed-fellow I know not) that we need to be paid about a fairly reasonable sum just to break even. Sadly this means that at the moment most places on earth are simply out of reach financially.
I’m going to be filming a video for another song from the album in a couple of weeks. It’s an idea I’ve had in my head for about twenty years and finally I have no one to say I can’t do it. Those of you hoping to see me high kicking down some steps dressed in nothing but a Dior basque might have to hold your breath a little longer.