The rehearsal was great. The ego was massive. We greeted him as a god, and he looked on to us, and made us beg and sing, and scream for him to play;

and, face it, we loved it. Or at least I certainly did. Minus my gig-partner fainting. And the bruised ribcage I now bear. And the trip to the hospital to get him back in the weary-hours.

Thanks so much Billy, Jimmy, and everyone else. Hopefully next time at Real Groovy I won't miss you by a mere few hours and I can show you where some [bad word removed]ing wicked rock records are kept.

Keep it up kids- I'll be there 100% and totally looking forward to the next show.

You Rock. (Totally, utterly, unexplainably, completely)

(Keep it up)

X Phil.