Greetings, my little ones; may a bounteous cornucopia of boundless joy be upon you.
And phlegm. I still have plenty of phlegm left, if anybody wants some.
And this, despite barking up copious quantities of the stuff at Friday’s gig in Marlborough. Happily though, our beloved Emma is MUCH better the previously, and got through two sets without distress. I, on the other hand, nearly died a couple of times, albeit mostly this was due to choking on laughter at my band mates shenanigans and / or musical mishaps.