Rain drenched Brighton, cold dark mornings with an overpowering air of gloom and a dreich air. Weather shouldn't really change how we are or feel but it does have a way of getting into our pores. Its only September, but its dark, dark in my house, in my garden and in my study - I have 3 lamps on! But I will rise above it, for today is my weekend, a 48 hour stint in Winchester leaves me exhausted and so today I will re-string a couple of guitars and a mandolin and work on the lyrics I have cooking. I like the way this man writes - he has no coyness, he just says what he likes. Maybe I should be less uptight about putting words onto paper - after all, its just a performance. Watch this space.
