January really could do better...

I mean, the weather could perk up a bit. And I could stop being drawn to stop and have a large latte to pick up my spirits. It must be SAD - seasonal something deficit or other. Either that or the clear knowledge that I overdid the mince pies over Christmas. I think that would be MAD - mincepie abundance disorder. But surely, you've got to get them while you can. They're not round for much of the year and one has to be judicious in ensuring one's annual intake.

And then there's the new injections. As a follow up for my attempt at most brain tumours, I'm going for a world record in replacement hormones, the latest being growth hormone. Me and Sylvester Stallone I believe. Anyway, I'm now on to daily injections which must mean I have a hope for the 2012 Olympics after all. Not sure which sport yet. I don't think they have 'cafe spotting' or 'sitting for prolonged periods whilst cradling a large latte' listed as Olympic sports yet. Give it time.

I'm off up to Manchester at the weekend to do a bit of pre-CD organisation. No, really. I'm finally putting my all mouth into trousers - does that work as an analogy...? Anyway, watch this space. There might just be a flicker of life in the recording arena very soon.

Other than that, very disappointed in Liverpool's recent performances. They're not exactly helping to stave off my January SAD episode. Poor old Benitez - it's not him on the pitch playing like a lemon.

Right, watch out for the next Riverfront gig in Barnstaple, Friday February 22nd. And keep your ear to the ground for the faint rumblings of a recording. It will happen.

Rx