| Denmark, Germany,Switzerland -
Dec 19, 05 - 6:34 PM
The Alarm call that woke me was not welcome on the 9th December,
as it thundered through my head at 3am.
My destination was Stansted airport for the 5.10am Ryanair flight
to Aarhus in northern Denmark.
Dennis had already left London in the tour coach the day previous,
and all was going as planned.
Gerry, Brendan and i approached the check in girl at Ryanair,and
i was promptly told, that i was not being allowed to board the flight,or
any Ryanair flight come to that.
My passport had a slight watermark near to the photo,and she flatly
refused to check me in.
The Denmark show that night was contracted that night, and i had
to just get to Denmark, somehow, that day?
Easy Jet,HELP! but they also refused me.
Please now keep in mind that i had flown all year long with these
airlines with this slight watermark.
I reluclantly waved Gerry and Brendan goodbye,and took a National
Coach service around to Heathrow (2 hours) This was just the start
of the problem, for as i reached Heathrow an eerie fog surrounded
the airport,and in fact the London City airport had closed.
My enquiries led me to the Lufthansa desk..."Yes we can help
you sir, Copenhagen Via Munich" "Perfect, how much"?
£942 single Sir... And as she said that someone else online,
had taken it.
It was a huge amount of money to pay considering the original Ryanair
flight was rediculously low.
British Airways had one seat left, £552 single, Direct, i
was just about to open the wallet when the flight was doubtful due
to the fog.
I was in trouble now, as all avenues had gone (or had they)? For
as i texed the guys in Denmark, a Scandinavian rep approaced me..."We
have a code share flight with Varig, sir, the Brazilian National
Carrier, 6 seats left at £49 Sir" to Copenhagen.
This offer was the lifeline i needed, and duly paid up.
The flight time was at 12.15, and that gave me
enough time to get the boat train for the 3 hour journey from Copenhagen
up to Aarhus.
I was enjoying a nice cup of tea, all pleased with myself when the
flight board indicated an hour delay, ****!..But i had time in hand
as show time was 10 pm a thousand miles away.
The one hour delay then became a two hour delay.
I eventually boarded the Varig aircraft at 2,30pm, and immediately
noticed that all the male cabin crew resembled "PELE"
The Engines started.....Then Stopped, "im
sorry, said the Captain, another one hour delay sitting on the plane....Then
Another.
By this time, 4.30 pm text messages were frantically crossing the
North sea to the guys in the hotel.
I finally took off at five pm, and arrived in
Copenhagen at Eight..but it was too late to take the train, and
the guys had arranged a second flight at 9.10 pm, the problem was
that my baggage had been delayed,.. How much more could i and the
guys take? for they had been frantically plotting routes etc on
computers, and they were just as stressed as i was.
Needless to say,i just made the second flight
at 9,10 pm (45mins), little did i know that it was over an hour
in a waiting Taxi from the airport to the Gig.
I arrived just before 11pm where the guys had
held the show up for one hour.
I felt really embarrased with the band, and couldnt look them in
the eyes.
The gig was packed, and i barely had time to change. The journey
had taken me 20 hours, i was knackered.
The next day we were all reunited in the tour
coach for the 640 km journey and show in Dortmund, Germany, where
we had a fantastic show.
The dates, and freezing cold weather continued, through Karlsruhe,
and Ansbach, and on to the Swiss border, where we were thoroughly
searched by the Swiss border Guards.
They looked as nervous as we did as one of the Guards had a threatening
looking gun dangling from his hip.
They found nothing of course, as we were hiding
nothing.
Berne and Wetzikon, Schileren and Rutki were all great party atmospheres,
and it was great to return to the Swiss people.
We left The Swiss/Austrian border this morning,absolutely wrecked,
as we had played 9 shows in 10 days and had covered 4 thousand miles.
The Band and myself would like to thank you for
turning out to see us this year, and we wish you all a safe and
peaceful Christmas and new year.
God bless you all,
Regards, Mark
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Coping in Copenhagen - Sep 23,
05 - 1:02 AM
Hello Folks, let me firstly say that my dulcet
tones will not contaminate you for much longer as our European campain
is slowing down now and our UK shows get into gear. We are just
home from Copenhagen,a country/city we have not played for possibly
nine years?
Our outbound journey was simplicity itself with the luxury of a
1.45pm flight,courtesy of Easy jet to the incredibly understated,yet
hip Copenhagen. We played a really nice club about 600 capacity,i
would guess?? and our co-headline act apparently threw in the towell
after cutting short thier set.
We took the stage to a really heartfelt welcome from the Danes....
The next two hours we battled against a dead stage sound,yet a very
live audience that demanded we played two encores when our two hour
stage show was over,...Although we had reservations with the sound
on stage, we are now older and wiser enough to know that we can
create our own buzz on stage and hope that radiates to you, our
family. The result was a fantastic concert in a town we should be
visiting more often perhaps??
When the dust had settled, our host took us to his bar in downtown
Copenhagen to have a few beers to come down from the post gig buzz,
needless to say we sat and sampled till 4am before a taxi arrived
and whisked us into the twylight zone and bed. Gerry appeared weary
eyed next morning, and Greavsie with the DT`S..Im jesting of course,
but im sure you follow my line.
Its been great sharing our lives with you for our summer campain
folks, hope you have enjoyed our diaries, and our new recruit, P.W
(well almost) Stay cool, M.G.B.D. NBZ.
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The Arctic Circle and all compass points
beyond.
Sep 19, 05 - 12:25 AM
Hello Friends, This one was a trip to build the
character and resolve, that, there is no doubt.
We departed Scandinavian Air Services from Heathrow at around 10am
on Thurs. I left my home in Kent at
around 6.30am.
We arrived into Oslo at around 1pm after a two hour trouble free
flight (except that tea and coffee was at a price) Why this first
class airline insists on this is a mystery to us,as im sure its
not doing thier PR,any favours at all... Anyway, i digress, The
Two hour wait for our connecting flight was almost welcome in part,
because although we were tired, we were hungry, and Norway is not
a place where you can afford to be hungry. We paid around £55
for five burgers and coffee and tea, with fries.
We eventually arrived in Alta (Lapland,Finmark) at around 6pm. We
were now 2,000 km north of Oslo or 400 miles North of the Artic
circle.
We were geeted by the lovely Mai, and we are eternally grateful
for her enthusiasm,and giudance in a land and culture of whitch
we knew very little.
Night off, (luxury) I had arranged previously,
by mail, to try and get us on a sea fishing trip on the morning
of our concert, but i should have known that Dennis, Gerry and Pete
would never have come, so with that, Brendan and i left shore at
10am with the captain and friend on a 9 metre fishing boat.
We used our FISHFIDER radar to help us locate our quarry. I have
been fishing for near 35 years now, and Brendan for just one trip...So
it was with a great thrill to se Bren, pull in a 7.5 kg(16lb) Pollack
on his first cast.
We went on to catch 16 Pollack in all. At lunchtime we sat in the
galley and ate our catch,with boiled potatoes, It was one of those
moments i will relish for years,for as Oxford street was full in
swing on a busy Saturday lunchtime we were drifting in an Artic
Fjord with 500 metres of water below us,in total silence and isolation
with not another person an hour away.
The concert that night was superb, although we battled a little
with the cavernous acoustics of the arena.
Next Day was a *******. I mean not to be coarse,but there is no
other way to describe it.
We left Alta at 7.50am on a flight,to arrive in Tromso 30 mins later.
We then changed aircraft for an old Dash 80 propellar job to fly
on to Narvick (old whaling station).. Then 90 mins to Trondhiem.
We had by lunchtime already had three flights behind us... Little
did we know that the bus journey was to be four and a half hours,and....
a half hour ferry, plus the last agonising 30 mins by road till
we finally reached our destination.
12 hours later, we wre discusing our set list over a quick dinner
before playing two sets before being stretchered off to the hotel.
All this happened during a 15 hour spell.
Peter Wingfield kept us bouyant by suggesting that it seemed like
one of those concerts that you never actually arrived, due in part
to being spaced out with Fatigue.
My thanks go out to the great lady who has given us Riendeer heart
to eat. To Mai in Alta,to Jan our guide and driver and to the enigmatic
Moose we saw in a deserted forest,prior to boarding our Ferry to
wasteland.
God bless and sleep well, Feltham.
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Italy at its seasonal best
Sep 8, 05 - 3:18 PM
Hello all,just home and enjoying putting the feet up with the test
match on the radio.
It was the all to familiar,dreaded 3.30am alarm again that hurtled
me out of my lair and on to the M25 for the unfamiliar Luton airport
this time. Cant say that Luton airport inspires,but then again its
functional and thats about it. Our carrier was the mighty Ryanair,and
to be fair, it was a pleasant flight,due in part i think to the
end of the holidays.
Our flight destination was the historic city
of Bergamo,and an hour transfer to our hotel in Pavia,a university
town. Our concert was to take place in the main town square,and
by show time the audience was close to one thousand people. I can
distinctly remember looking up to the stars and preying for guidance,as
my voice had cruelly deserted me due to a throat and chest infection...In
fact the song before,(one way street) i had completely walked off
stage 2 choruses too early. I felt the guys were willing me on,but
in all fairness,i was just with the stars...Anyway,i got through
it and the crowd went beserk when the encore arrived.
We were then taken to dinner,where pizzas were the size of cartwheels,and
all was washed down with some nice limonchella that was guaranteed
to knock us out.
The next day,Wednesday, we took the one hour
drive to Milan to play a lovely outdoor arena in a huge park on
the outskirts of Milan, the problem was that storms had been forecast,and
the engineers quite rightly,were worried for our safety with all
the electrics on stage,so the decision was left to the last minute,when
we got the all clear to play.
The show went really well,with Brendan playing really well i thought.
Brendan is on top of his form at the moment folks,so catch him while
you can...he is playing with much fire in his belly,and for those
of you drummers out there,watch carefully at Brendans equipment,for
there could be a nice change coming,by way of a brand new Drum Kit.
We yet again ate well,drank well and thank all our really decent
friends in Northern Italy for coming and saying hello.
Thanks for your time good people, Mark.
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From East to West.
Sep 5, 05 - 10:41 AM
Message: Saturday morning, and my alarm clock yet again was determined
i was not going to sleep...Should i knock it into snooze? No,had
better not, So with this i headed out into the quiet darkness of
a Kentish morning to pick Dennis and Brendan up en-route for Stansted
yet again for the 7.15am Stansted-Padeborn flight,only this time
we had a new carrier for the first time,Air Berlin. For those of
you that have to travel for a living you will know that nowadays
if you are flying budget airlines,it honestly is no fun when you
are using them constantly..,with this in mind it was a revelation
to see Air Berlin taking attention to detail,that made this flight
experience an absolute pleasure.
We arrived around 11am and a 45 min transfer to the hotel in a small
village close to a very picturesque,wooded area near to Steinhagen
Germany.
The concert was run by a great bunch of 6ft 8ins German bikers from
the Motto Guzzi bike club of Germany, These guys were fearsome looking
chaps,yet very respectful and could not have been nicer, It was
almost a throwback to the seventies and early eighties when i used
to tour there with Rory Gallagher,..there was a distinctly,Hippy-biker
feel about the festival area,and the constant aroma of dope just
reinforced the feeling that we had been thrown back in time. All
great stuff. Oh,bye the way the 2 hour show went superbly,and we
cruised to bed at 2.20am.
Yet again the alarm clock turned into an instant foe and threw me
out of bed at 7.15 for our return trip to London, and our concert
that night at the Stables in Milton Keynes, England.
I would not normally cover our uk shows on these travel diaries,but
such was the emotion of this concert,i had to include it.
I have worked with Gerry,Dennis and Brendan now for over a quarter
of a century,and last night in Milton Keynes it was an honour and
privilege to grace the same stage as them. Dennis Greaves and i
have had our ups and downs over the years,but never never crossed
each other on stage..he,in my oppinion is the peoples champion on
stage, and getting better and better as he gets older. Mac (Gerry)
and Brendan, at times were so awe inspiring last night,that i truly
wondered what i was doing on the same stage. Pete Wingfield for
me is without equal in our business,and his boundless energy and
enthusiasm is a lesson to all. I personally think last nights show
was a spiritual occasion,and how do we follow it? i will tell you,we
will get on the plane this afternoon to Milan and start all over
again.
Ps,i wouldnt normally venture into self-appreciation,but last nights
buzz is still with me.
Please forgive me, Felts.
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Travel Diary (ITALIA)
Aug 5, 05 - 6:36 PM
Hello all, just home. Its been a week to test the resolve and nervous
system. We headed out on Thursday last week at a semi-reasonable
8,25am from Stansted to Rome(Ciampino),where we were taken the three
hours by road to Trasimeno,near to Perugia.
Passigno,sits peacefully beside Lake Trasimeno,and it was to become
our home for a great part of the week, as it was to be used as a
kind of base camp.
Our first show close to the town went really well, with a very big
concert audience enjoying the outdoor show in a kind of mock open
air theatre. All very well up to this point as we all took in a
spectacular fireworks display after show.
The next day we headed south east, down toward
the Adriatic coast. I can remember us stopping in a charming roadside
taverna in the middle of nowhere on route and eating like kings,
a fabulous lunch for less than 15 Euros.
It was about this time as i recall that things started to go wrong.
Our Italian tour Manager Franco, had been trying to phone the local
promoter, A Tomaso,as to where the hotel was, and what were the
show time arrangements. Eventually he was contacted and told us
that we were there to play,and not to worry about such things. This
immediately sent alarm bells ringing with both the band and Franco.
Needless to say Franco and Tomaso had an enormous row via phone
as we were in transit somewhere in Umbria?
We arrived in the general area 8 hours after
leaving the Trasimeno hotel,very tired and needing a shower before
soundcheck.... But where was the Hotel?? we eventually found a ramshackle
old place 50km away from the concert arena that had been quickly,arranged
by this Tomaso guy.
The hotel was in fact not a hotel at all, and just a couple of rooms
that Tomaso had expected us to share between us. How dare this guy
expect us to sit in 39 degrees for 8 hours and not give a **** about
us.
Luckily for us,Brendan was on holiday with his
family in the area and quickly phoned us and said that at 5pm the
stage had not even been built. We eventually took a hotel ourself
in the mountains about an hours drive away and showered quickly
before heading down to the concert area and the elusive Tomaso.
We arrived around 10 pm and finally met this
Tomaso guy who,quite frankly had ****ed us around all day. When
we met him he immediately told us to calm,calm,calm,.... of course
this added fuel to the fire and i was convinced Gerry was about
to land a right hook to his jaw.... It got worse, Pete wingfield
our pianist who was used to being treated with great respect started
to get involved with some severe finger wagging in the area of Tomasos
nose. I cant say i blame Pete, as Tomaso had not even hired a piano
for peter. To make matters worse still,we were now told to cool
it yet again and our show time was now going to be at 1am. We had
left Trasimeno at 11am.
The whole situation was breaking down,so we decided to get on stage
immediately, minus Pete, and get the job done and get out of there
before it got really nasty.
Next morning,we headed back to Trasimeno,after
Tomaso dissapearing without paying the hotel bill.
The next three days were days off and we ate some seriously good
food in the many Restaurants that line the lakeside. We also took
over a Hotel lobby one night where Pete played some serious boogie
woogie on the hotel piano. This all happened while the residents
slept,and why we were not thrown out i will never know?
Our last show on Wednesday evening was fantastic,and yet again in
a wonderfull old 13th century outdoor theatre. It was brilliantly
organised and professionally run. A huge crowd had gathered and
we all shared a great night.
Thurs,was home time, or was it?? for we checked in for the return
flight,got to the depature lounge,and told the airport was closing.
Why? because a big hole had appeared in the runway. Peoples tempers
were frayed, i walked outside the airport and walked straight into
a controlled explosion that almost deafened me.... I could go on
folks,but as usual i had to get this to you before i forgot the
detail. If you excuse me good people,im off to bed.Im dead.
Felts xx
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Norway Revisited - July 16th
I bought an alarm clock, an electric one,one
you plug in the wall. I needed it of course,since i nearly missed
the flight 2 weeks ago..... so folks it was off again at the beastly
hour of 3,45am, for our SAS 7,20 am flight to Oslo. We duly arrived
at our old friend, Guardermon International airport in Oslo, at
around 10,30am...Unfortunately we then had another 3 hours wait
for our Danish airlines flight up to Floro, A charming fishing town
on the centre west coast of Norway,where we arrived around 3pm.
If we thought this was where we were playing we were sadly wrong
yet again, It had been 10 hours,since i left my home and we still
had an hour of our journey to go,only this time on a boat!! I have
arrived at concerts on planes,trains, cars, and such, but never
on a boat. The final destination was a small island and the town
of 6000 people called Bremanger. After dinner we tried to sleep
in time for our 11pm concert,that had been by now put back to 12,30am.
We were yet again tired,and annoyed that we had done our bit on
a 12 hour and show journey ,and were a little let down by others,in
fact i was convinced at one point our piano player Pete Wingfield
was going to run on stage and throw the first band off,as they had
run severely over time. The concert itself was brilliant,and we
staggered off to bed around 4am.
Alarm calls all around at 9am for our boat,and
two flights home,one lost bass guitar by SAS,and oh, my Three hour
journey from heathrow home..(well it is 19 miles away )
See you all very soon, Mark Feltham.
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"Mark,Mark,its Dennis,where the hell are you?
i have been waiting 15 mins and you are not here, we have a plane
to catch,whats the problem"? In twenty six years as a pro musician,i
have never been late. Sadly, that record became history on Friday
the 1st July, when i failed to here my 5am alarm on my mobile phone
go off. We had to be at Heathrow at 7am for the 9am BA flight to Zurich
in Switzerland.
"Dont wait for me,take a cab Den"...I could tell he was a little annoyed
with me. I jumped in my car and dashed off to Heathrow direct. I was
terribly low on petrol,but i couldnt dare stop or i would, miss the
plane for shure.
I just made the terminal in time,where Brendan had kindly waited for
me with my ticket, (Brendan is our travel ticket man)
If the guys were annoyed with me it never showed, and we were off
with my beloved BA, for the flight to Zurich.
Rapperswil,is fairly close to Zurich,and it was a short ride to our
hotel by the lake. We were very honoured to have with us on keyboards
Mr Pete Wingfield. Pete has a very good pedigree,having been with
the Everly brothers band for many years, and is currently still thier
man of choice. Pete also produced many records,one of them being Dexys
midnight runners.
Show time arrived and the guys delivered a pretty faultless set that
really did set the huge crowd alight. It was truly a memorable evening,with
the guys on top form.
After the show we took a few beers in a local bar,
where there was still live music going on at 2am. All very civilised,
all very swiss.
The next morning (Saturday) and we were headed back for our return
flight to Heathrow,and a 2 hour dash down to the south coast and Camber
Sands. This show was a Mod convention concert,and, incedently Dennis
and myself signed a fans motor-scooter,that had been customised with
NBZ logos and memorabilia. All very warm,Nice people, and yet again,a
great show,albeit slightly difficult acoustics to deal with.
Sunday was a much needed day of rest.
Monday, and it was back to Heathrow at 4am for the 6.30am Austrian
Airlines flight to Vienna. We had an hour to wait for our connecting
flight to Skopje,the capital of Macedonia. Macedonia sits just above
Greece,with Albania on its western flank and Serbia to the East. When
we landed at Skopje international airport, i was shocked that the
airport itself was no more than an old military base,presumably used,when
Yugoslavia fragmented?
It took an eternity to clear customs,and these people seemed a deeply
suspicious breed of folk.
As we drove away, from the airport i remember thinking that i had
never been anywhere in the world remotely like this place.
We had a short transfer by hotel bus,and was imedeately siezed upon
at the traffic lights by young children begging for money. It immediately
hit me that this country was relatively poor,yet i was confused,because
next to these families on horse and carts Mercedes 500sls were parked.
We were met by the British consul/embassy staff and taken to Lunch.
It had been yet another long long day,and we went to see the first
nights headliners at the festival site. The festival arena itself
reminded me of a huge beachcomber type area that you may see in say
the Bahamas. All the beautiful people in town were there.
The Tuesday night and it was our turn as headliners,and i must say
we went down a storm. It was a fantastic reception from 2000 people
we, hardly knew, but who certainly knew us.
Wed morning and back to Vienna/Heathrow and 12 hours later i was in
my home with just 3 hours sleep behind me.
We would like to thank the hospitality of the Macedonians and tha
British consul/embassy staff in Skopje for thier kindness. I leave
you now with an index finger 1 inch shorter than when i started this
letter to you. I hope it helped you gain an insight into a life on
the road. Regards folks, Feltham.
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Well this one was different,thats for sure.
The main town on Shetland is Lerwick, 1000km north of London,so
we headed off on Saturday lunchtime on a British Airways flight
from Heathrow to Aberdeen,and then our second Logan Air flight to
Shetland.
We arrived around 5pm to be greeted by our local promoter. Shetland
was not at all as i imagined it would be. I thought it would be
similar to Norway,but i had been sadly mis-informed,and i found
it rather bleak, and it felt extremely remote. The first of two
shows was to be in Lerwick itself and the show had quickly sold
out before we arrived on the Island. The venue was a British Legion
concert hall, and we played with difficult acoustics,and at times
was not easy,however the crowd were very happy that we had made
the trip,as some bands just will not go there. We were then taken
after the concert to a bar where it was said that local talent(musicians)
turn up and play into the small hours. Brendan represented the band
as he played a snare drum with brushes with some fabulous fiddle
players...Apparently the island is famous for its fiddle players.
We had a fantastic night and stunbled into bed at 3,45am.
The next day, a boat trip had been arranged for us to see Killer
whales,Gannets,puffins and Seals on a remote easterly spot around
the quiet tidal side of the island. Gerry and Dennis did not fancy
it but Brendan and i said we would go. It wasnt a nice day,the wind
was strong and it was raining. I had gone out on deck to do some
fishing,when i realised Brendan had been a little quiet inside the
boat. I took a look inside and found him to be a greenish colour./
He had become very ill with motion sickness. Luckily,there was a
pharmacist on board who had some sea-sickness tablets with him.
Within an hour Brendan was fine. I threw my fish i had caught to
the Seals that had been of touching distance away,and we headed
back to harbour.
It yet again felt very strange to be driving across desert-like
northern Greece last weekend to cold damp Shetland ,Birdspotting,the
week after.
The sunday night show was a much nicer venue,but sadly a damp attendance
too,with many people having to work in the morning reflecting a
poorish turnout. All that said,we did our best to take our music
to you the fans,and we will not shy away from unusual countrys that
are trying thier best to get live music going.
We headed home today (monday), and hope to see you in Switzerland
or Macedonia later this week.
Best Regards, Feltham.
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Hi Folks,Saturday the 19th started well enough
with a liesurely drive down to Lymington,near to Southampton for
our headline show in yet again a big blue tent. We made the journey
in around three hours from London. So far, all was well untill the
organisers told us our show had to be severely curtailed due to
the other acts running over time. Dennis was in a foul mood, and
for once i agreed with him. The organisers informed us that they
would have to pay a hefty fine if we did not finish after one hour.
We Knew we had a 6.30 flight in the morning from Heathrow to Salonika
in Greece,the problem for us was that it was pointless taking a
hotel as it was going to take us 2.5 hours to get back to heathrow,and
we had to check in at 4.30am,so we soldiered off into the night
without sleep to arrive at Heathrow at 2,30am. Its very odd being
next to runway 27 left at Heathrow, when its like a graveyard.Silent.
The problem when arriving at this hour,. is that there were no long
term buses. Everyone it seemed were asleep.
We eventually arrived at check-in, and were starting to shows early
signs of "WHITEYS"...Whiteys to the band is a severe lack of oxygen
to the brain causing a horrible pale complection.In other words
severe tiredness,fatigue and frayed tempers.
I forgot to tell you that it was Austrian Airlines. Why Austrian,you
may ask? Good question..Anyway the flight was via Vienna,and by
the time we arrived in Vienna we were all very very tired,. as we
still had not slept.
The flight was over 2 hours. We then headed for the next gate for
the Vienna-Salonika flight.
Two hours later and we were in Salonika,for what we thought was
a 10 min drive to hotel for a shower and rest. To our horror the
festival was five hours drive away in a cramped Fiat people carrier
with no air conditioning. "This could not be true"i said to Gerry...It
was.
We reaced the Ardus river festival,1km from the Turkish border with
barely time for a shave. It had been a monster. We had been 40 hours
without sleep when we arrived back at the hotel after the concert.
All this effort and most of the bikers had gone home on the saturday
anyway. I cant even honestly remember the hotel room i stayed in.
It felt like being in a coma of fatigue. 2 three hour drives,2 two
hour flights,and then a 5 hour drive,all in one day. Oh, and two
concerts too.
The next day we were back 5 hours to Salonika to have a night off...
Tues evening and we were in club Milos,and although with no air
con, it was a brilliant party like show.
Wed lunchtime,we said goodbye to greece,and came home via Vienna
again to Heathrow. It had been bloody hard but ultimately rewarding
as its not everybody that tastes life as we sometimes do.
I appologise for going on a bit,but wanted to share with you our
experiences(and whiteys,of course) If you have read this far,then
you must be as tired as i. Regards to you all, Feltham. |
