The Jazz Butcher
Hello, Boss.

Thanks for writing and keeping me up to date with Internet developments here in the Physical World. All us bog people sure does appreciate it, sir...

Actually, I wish I knew a way of getting onto a computer so that I could see some of this stuff. I may even be able to access it via a pal at the local college. We'll see, I guess. Will anyone recognise me? Well, that's for the future.

Here, as normal, is a bunch of stuff in response to what's been on lately, plus various updates. Life here in Northampton has been hectic and enjoyable since the Fridge Two series of gigs; the party vibe just didn't dissipate somehow. This has been expensive, exhausting, not particularly productive and lots o fun.

I've seen Strangelove a couple of times (my opinion: Grand/Mulreany's opinion: Bauhaus), played a little bit with my band (see the accompanying), formed a formidable desire for Feta cheese At All Times Of Day And Night, and some other things that I've forgotten. Little Jake is fine. Kathie remains a tower of strength, organisation and Reasonableness. (Also foxy).

Shrike have split up - it all just got too much. Alan is performing and demoing "solo", with a spot of vocal help from Sophie the 'cello. He calls his act Best Ever Redemption, which may be overdoing it, but it's a fair title all the same. Julie Starchild has also been making tapes by herself. I haven't heard these, but I hear they're smart, so maybe I shall. Paul and Musical Dave and Sophie are headlong into the Ubu Swirl (Hobo Swill) thing. They've made a demo and seem quite positive.

(Jake has just caught the Biggest Dragonfly in Europe.)

(And eaten it.)

Kathie sez "Hi", so do I. Hope all is rockin'


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