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MAN NOT AFRAID TO GO OUT

Well folks, it's been two and a half years of developing this little homage to decent music. I am posting a couple of videos of me performing, at the mic, some of my favourite songs from Good Neighbour and My Computer, in Adsinthe's studio, in Moston, Manchester. Who ate all the pies? I did and I enjoyed them. Anything interesting happening? Simon Napier Bell got in touch through Linked In a couple of weeks ago. I was amused and shocked in equal measure by his Christmas Rape tale in The Huffington Post, so I sent him my book and Lost Christmas and said we should hook up and exchange Rock 'n' Roll stories. I haven't heard back. I will be joining him in South East Asia in June though, as I am moving over to the Philippines to live with my fiance. Just gotta find that job, or a publisher for the suite of albums I have made around Manchester over the last six years, or indeed my book, which is as candid a write as you will find nowadays. I visited my fiance in October and we went to visit her sister in the chocolate hills. Her sister lived in a bamboo house, with a corrugated steel roof which looked like the Recreation shop. They had no gas or electricity and the men started drinking gin and juice at 9am. Luckilly, I'd bought a cheap acoustic for a tenner. After I'd spent most of the day in bed with the missus, I got up to a chicken dinner meticulously prepared. Then the family came in and wanted me to play them a song. I said I took requests and asked them what they wanted to hear? The Beatles, the Stones, The Kinks, The Who. Who? was the answer that came back. They hadn't heard of any of them. They hadn't seen a white man before and they didn't speak a bastard word of English. All they knew was Seasons In The Sun and Evergreen. I said I'd never heard of 'Seasons In The Sun' and that 'Evergreen' was a piano song. I then played them 'New Coat Of Paint' by Tom Waits and 'Vision On' and it got the party going. Two hours later, I was pissed up with the men on gin and juice, at 9pm. Who needs electricity, when you've got an acoustic, chicken, gin and juice?