There were some great nights, that's true.
Playing to 3000 people in a warehouse in Kings Cross, or to a packed-to-the-rafters Cork Opera House at the Guinness Jazz Festival were high points. As was my residency at Turnmills, playing alongside folk like Norman Cook (one of the nicest people I've ever met), and The Chemical Brothers...

Seems like a lifetime ago.

*stares wistfully into the distance*
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 10:04, 1 reply, 16 years ago)

*snaps fingers*
Monty, MONTY.... these invoices need checked.
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 10:09, Reply)

hahaha brilliant.
If you could see the wet and windswept industrial estate that I can see out of my window, you would understand how utterly miserable it was to snap out of that little reverie....
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 10:17, Reply)

At least you have
something to look at. I work in a windowless dungeon. Trust me, windswept and grey would be like a watching a rainbow on mushrooms for me.
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Fri 22 Jan 2010, 10:19, Reply)