It is all Matthew Molland’s fault.
I was considering leaving this post as just that sentence but you probably deserve a bit of elaboration. My so called ‘best man’ sent me an email over the weekend. As usual I skimmed it, composed a suitable witty reply about how wonderful I am and how cold, grey and drizzly the West Midlands are and left it at that. Then I re-read his message and let curiosity get the better of me. I know I shouldn’t have, but I signed up for Friends Re-united. What can I say, I must have been suffering from temporary insanity but it seemed like a good idea at the time. Oh dear.
But if you are reading this a brisk G’day to Petal, Russell or Chris.
To anyone else who has found me via that particular trip down memory lane – it was someone else, it wasn’t me, nobody saw me do it, you can’t prove anything. In fact, “You ain’t seen me – roight?”.