Mailing List/Phil Parfitt

Dear Pat,

You probably - certainly! - won't remember me but when I were a young man I used to knock about with a gang of ne'r do goods called The Perfect Disaster. One fine day I was picked up in the stereotypical white Transit van en route for a gig in the lovely, nay beautiful home counties town of Luton. Axeman Dan Cross was all in a tither, whispering joyously, "The Jazz Butcher's in the back". And he wasn't wrong; you were, and no mistake. Anyway we met a few times, and I caught your act around the country (Christ, the last time about 15 years ago in Sheffield - Groovy Fishtank with the Spacemen - who was the psychedlic popster who laid that on!) I'm glad to see you look like once again garnering some press attention and acclaim - please stick my noggin on your mailing list.

With that out of the way, you wouldn't know where I might find Mr Parfitt these days. I've lost touch with him and he was a top mate. I heard he split with his missus but no-one, including Dan, seem to know where he is. Sorry no reward is being offered for information leading to a depiction but I'd be a grateful bunny nonetheless.

Hope life is stroking you gently with a mass of downy feathers.

Andy Loynes
Pure Marketing Communications
T: 0161 280 7192
M: 07855 345108 Received on Mon, 13 Aug 2001 09:27:03 +0100