Co pilot on adventures into the unknown. Fellow chancer dancing in the street for free shoes.
Much appreciation for providing sanctuary and inviting me into your circle of lovely friends whenever I appear.
Sometimes I feel like Hank Moody, sometimes I feel like Runkle – sometimes my mind’s like Judge Judy, sometimes the Man from Uncle.
Artwork – Aimée McLernon
A man with a taste in tunes as magnificent as his shirts – prone to driving cattle into a killing frenzy. That bull on Andaman was incensed.
Always a friend to the creatures, you were so calm when we first noticed that little scorpion climbing up your arm on Beach Five. It was probably for the best that your nonchalence was short lived – otherwise you would have been.
Fond recollections of opening our front door in New Orleans to you swimming up the street. And that stage invasion at The Bill Chill.
So grateful for everything – putting up with me being a self absorbed ball bag, driving me around and having me to stay.
Artwork – Glen Fabry
Co fantasist on the enslavement and degradation of Jeremy Kyle and Danni Minogue.
Tell me, Jeremy
Give me a while with Jeremy Kyle
We’ll bag him and tag him and put him on trial
Expose his neurosis and liver cirrhosis –
delusions of grandeur and latent psychosis
For the Kyle is most vile, yes the vilest of cynics
whose concern is to earn by the care that he mimics
to mock and the poor and the weak with their habits –
addictions, afflictions..obsessions with rabbits(?!)
But tell me Jeremy when it comes to be counted
Are you not just a weasel who seeks to be mounted?
Artwork – Glen Fabry
Lord Benrith of Glenravel.
One of the soundest gentlemen I’ve had a pleasure to meet, and such a songwriter. I remember seeing you playing in the Rotterdam with The Cartel, liking the cut of your jib and having the premonition a beautiful friendship would ensue.
Cheers for having me to stay and putting up with me for so long.
So lovely meeting you at Christmas time, partying with a happy little cat in your handbag.
Thanks for picking me up from the studio in the rain.
I wish I’d had more to give.
Rest easy Loopsie.
If it wasn’t for you, I’d probably still be trying to decide whether to turn the slide guitars up or down. Thanks for saving me from indecision.