Today we recorded a Radio Four show for Arthur, it was a fund few hours churning through some songs in a small kitchen in Balham London. The show is recorded in his flat. Met some nice people there, good to see Peter Curren and his two mates, i sat in and worked on my songs. A day of strange feelings, mostly to do with lavender. Life throws up some nice people some times and it feels like a turner has been corned. A smile across a crowded room a piano tinkling in the next apartment…. These foolish things, remind me of a picture of Brighton Pier, the one that burnt down. Who was that girl. Emails please.