Pleased that James Scowcroft was in attendance. He could well have been, of course. He’s still local, coaching at the Town Academy. An aside.

A horrible journey down from Cumbria was soon forgotten after beers in The Great Western. Thanks for the welcome Brumbiscuit. Good to meet you and some other devotees too and to have a laugh and explain who Nerys Hughes is to a man from Texas. Thanks Chris, I’m not sure why I didn’t spot that before. Probably goes without saying, but ignore any weird requests you got from me to enable editing on the spreadsheet. After four decades, Neil is still easing his way into the band. He got mixed up between the opening notes of Oblong Of Dreams and When I Look At My Baby, playing one while the rest of the band was playing the other. Some other geographical notes, which were too numerous for Roger to possibly note all of. When told that the T3 goes to Barmouth, Mr. B said after an expression of mild astonishment. “It must get there next Monday.” More than one person who wanted an outing for ‘Improv’ had meanwhile chipped in “where the bathing is safe.”Moved house just prior to Covid and sold/gave away all cds and vinyl and means of playing them. Will be spending a lot of time in the car when this arrives. I always got my HMHB stuff from Probe and got Geoff to sign it. (He always obliged). How do I do that now? There were a few more Hellos in the interval. Drew and his mate Chris were down at the front. I’m sure I heard Drew right. They had cycled down from Liverpool. Admirable. And I exchanged waves with Howie who had taken up his place in the mosh pit. As I posted on FB on both groups, the Liverpool Echo story is fascinating and delightfully macabre.

Video of The Hitchers performing “Urge To Kill” unfortunately missing the first ten seconds due to fat fingers (not literally) A bit late to this, but I’d just like to say what a great gig/night out/weekend that was. Quite the international brigade these days aren’t we?The line in George Abraham’s book, lifted out of context for the song, refers to being conveyed uncomfortably to the Pen-Y-Gwyrd hotel – a few miles up the same road which crosses the Glaslyn at Beddgelert. So you’re very close geographically, but that might not help towards the answer. My first thought on hearing the album title was that it could be a play on The Monsanto Years by Neil Young. Having listened to the live session on the Andy Kershaw podcast (link upthread), I’ve got “I’m Getting Buried In The Morning” going round in my head already. Top stuff. Can’t wait for the full album.