Two shows over the same weekend, one with Squeeze, a good night was had by all. A great show on home turf as they say, in a wonderful setting by he river right at the heart of my youth. Where i was born, where i was married, where i was counting pubic hairs by the fish tank. Where i was. A lovely night. A friend from Combe Avenue showed up, John Barnes who i had not seen for over 40 years, yikes! It was his mother who took me to my first folk concert down in Dartford in Kent. Thank you to the Barnes family. Squeeze a night of hits and smiles the size of sails. Big boys on a big stage in a small town where it all began. And then on the Sunday, as that was Friday, Songs in the key of london. My own show a set of London songs with very special guests. Ali Cambell, Glenn Tilbrook, Claire Teal, Gary Kemp and so the list goes on. This my second show of london was put together by Stephen Large who did such a great job with such a great band, i was knocked out with all the hard work and dedication. Peter Conway was a star too for letting me put this show together here in my home town. It worked largely because he had the trust and we all had the faith that it would work, and it did. A weekend of back streets and views of Canary Wharf, it was home, but not quite. Home is still a few cases and a store room, but it feels like its coming and in faith and in trust and in higher power i believe, i let go and one day soon my head will fall on the home cushion and i will rest and inspire myself to be myself again. I look back somedays and wonder where i have been, what a strange journey time dishes up for us all, spending years in rehearsals for the real thing to come along. The apprentice becomes employed by life.