Ain’t Doing Stirling

Mothers, Brothers, Sisters’n’Wives, thanks for your marvellous support on the latest jaunt around these Pretanic Isles. Unfortunately, I came back to huge amounts of work and three days in caught a flu I ain’t never gonna forget. Felled me like an ox in a Mithraic pit, it did. I’m still reeling from it, and even missed the Silbury protest — though I did get there in time to plan future action with the organisers. Now I’m gathering meself together to cut the Donor LP … Only trouble is, I hadda cancel the Stirling jaunt to the Acid Mothers Temple. Of course, I couldn’t miss them entirely, so I’ve chosen instead to head up to the Trent Basin to catch their Nottingham show at the Social. I might even wield a doubleneck as they’ve asked me to jam.

End of bulletin. Love peace & Fuck,

M’Lud Yatesbury