A Hard Breakfast
Three days before the referendum vote, I wrote to a good friend of mine who is a continental European citizen to inform him of...
A month away from the first gig…
I’m about a month away from the first gig. O dear! Am I rehearsed? Yes – er.. I don’t know. Am I singing the...
James Edgar – The passing of a presence
When I first went to Blackpool alone, in the mid to late 1950s, there was a character around the town by the name of...
A Tribute To Bert Jansch
Bert Jansch and I arrived at the same club in London within 3 months of each other in 1965. We’d both had very separate...
Wishful Thinking
The last blog was full of wishful thinking. I apologise. It gets like that sometimes. Especially when someone who should never have been in...