It can be a funny old chap can johnny life. One moment you have but 2 gigs left in the year, the next minute its getting like last where we ended up playing something like 75 times between September and December. OK so its not quite that bad but we have a good few to look forward to before starting our traditional winter break. 

So what we got to say thats newsworthy? Not a lot really, we haven’t been involved in a weird transatlantic takeover bid, we’re not expected to have our budgets cut by billions next week and we haven’t been rescued after a sh** load of days trapped together in a hole deep in the ground.  

We have, though, been recording a new jolly ditty and its sounding quite good. You won’t be able to hear it on a £1 album, indeed an any £ album, until hell has well and truly frozen over but hey, we’re keeping the music personal and exclusive, sharing it only with the elite of Britain’s bar staff!

The thirsty drumming monkey is continuing to make her rockumentary which she’s code-named Anvil II and we get to see the first “draft” this weekend. Can’t wait, watching endless clips where the camera starts to roll and the rock’n’roll teddy bear suddenly looms into shot saying “helllloooo” like some pastiche Terry Thomas is going to make amazing viewing and you’ll soon be able to watch it on TV - but not on the programme we were on on the wrong day last week - wonder if timmy cheesecake noticed his vid has been on Sky TV?

Well, I’m afraid that I’ve reached the level below rock bottom - and am awaiting Pheonix II and so think I’ll get back to reality for a while. at least until I see the crazy mixed up fool who could never make up his mind whether he preferred 4 or 6 strings and so compromised by having 5. No, I’m not chatting about some demented thunderbird but our contribution to care in the community - our bass player. He’s enough to drive you nuts but unlike in the last, hijacked by a masked slanderer, blog he ain’t no diva, he’s long suffering and just so shy which is why we place him behind speakers. Its a bugger trying to get him to stay there - especially if there’s space he can escape into - and we’ve tried all sorts of things like only giving him a short lead and making sure we only play at venues where a solo artiste would struggle to fit and then all standing in front of him. We tried a new one tonight - every time he starts to move out of his allotted corner the RRTB stabs him in the ear with his guitar - and it looks like this one will finally do a consistent job.

Oh dear, I said I had no more left to write and there’s lots of text after that.

Just be lucky folks. One day you too may be able to speak genuine ice. As a starter for 10 here’s an  example of the lingo:

“OMG, are you the singer” translates as I’m not sure if this pure alcohol drip had anything to do with it but my two braincells just aren’t the best of friends at the moment and haven’t noticed that we’re two of only 5 people in the pub. The other 3 being the rest of the band who clearly can’t sing…