So, things progress: lately we are getting asked, with increasing regularity, what we're all about. 'Your songs are all different. How're we supposed to fit you into one of these pigeonholes we've got here?' 'Who are your influences?' 'What's your story?' 'You're a bit like, ooh, I can't work it out...' Unfortunately the boxes and pigeonholes would appear to be full. So we have planning permission pending on our own pigeonhole. What we're all about is songs; songs about stuff; stuff that happens whether we like it or not. We have always written them down, because they're there. Now we're recording them too and people seem to be liking them. Maybe it's because they're good; maybe it's because they're honest; maybe it's a bit of both; maybe it's something else entirely. Whatever it is, it doesn't matter much. Anybody's welcome along if they want to come and, whilst we'll go anywhere to play (you only have to ask), we won't be appearing in OK Magazine or on 'Please Look At Me, I'm A Celebrity' to try and convince you that we're important. We have some stuff to say and some songs to play, and we're just getting on with it. We hope you like them. With regard to the rest of the world, from which 'celebrity' (please check dictionary definition) is being the most self-obsessed in front of the naughty paparazzi lenses, to which magazine for 'lads' or 'babes' is the biggest waste of paper; from whether any of the reality TV shows contain any reality, to every half baked cash-in autobiography on the shelves of your local book shop; from the question of R&B's descent from 'Rhythm & Blues' to 'Repetitive & Bland,' to the twisted idea that 'The X Factor' has anything at all to do with music; from our glorious leaders' inability to say anything useful, to why someone other than the individual should be choosing how much and where one can drink, smoke or wear salmon on one's head should one feel the urge; from the da Vinci fraud to every other religious lie and misappropriation; from terrorism to totemism and from socialism to Satanism: We're shhurely all aware on some level that all this is nonsense. Yet we entertain it and allow it in turn to entertain us. Meanwhile, the little space around ourselves that we actually have some influence over maybe could do with a little more of our time. Makes you want to chew your own foot off doesn't it? The story so far? We're still daydreaming of better weather...