Saturday, April 22, 2000

22nd April 2000

Not much to report this week as I am still hobbling around trailing my fat foot behind me. I was contacted last week by a friend of mine who works at a radio station about the possibility of me doing a show for her station but I will fill you in on that if it comes off. I received my x-rays of my foot from the hospital and I will put a picture of my leg on the site when I have the overhaul done and you can check out the hardware for yourselves. I spoke to Mark O'Toole this week about the fakes and discussed a course of action which got underway this week and I will keep you posted as to what happens. Incidentally Mark told me he still has the screws that were taken out of his leg because the hospital presented them to him in a little glass jar!!! Managed to get up to the studio and put my finishing touches to "Onjerry" and now await the fabulous Nigey Nige to come down and put his touch of genius on it so I will be hassling him this weekend until he gives in. It sounds cool and I can't wait for you to hear it. I finally received a cd of the Hairy Pie rehearsals at Kidwelly and will put the live version of "Top Of The Pops Again" on at the weekend so it should be up by Monday or Tuesday so I will mail those on the list and let them know. It was only recorded using one microphone in the room but Tim tweaked it and it captures Hairy Pie in all their glory.

Thursday, April 13, 2000

13th April 2000

Well I was feeling a bit sad being tied to my crutches but I was given a huge injection of "belly laugh" by an e-mail I received from "Mr Johnson" of the "New" Frankie Goes To Hollywood. He got my e-mail address because I tried to order his album but he refused to send me a copy. I don't know how this guy doesn't fall off the stage weighed down by the size of his huge balls. I decided to share it with you and see if you think he should be nominated to The Guinness Foundation for inclusion in their record books for having the worlds biggest balls and having more front than Harrods. I would be particularly interested in what US readers would make of his claims, especially those who have seen his band of conmen. You know where I am, let me know! Brian,First, I would like to introduce myself.. I am Davey Johnson, the singer of the New band, which by the way, does not try to pass ourself off as you guys. I have over 250 album credits to my name and the other guys in the band have about the same. I am writing you in hopes of putting your mind at ease about the things you have been concerned with. We are changing the name because of our new record deal. I would also like to offer a few things to you. If you will send some copies of your album, we will be glad to sell it at our shows (free) and send you all the money from the sales. We will also help you get airplay over here.We are musicians just like yourself and all we are doing is making a living. I checked (scan) and see that FGTH record sales have increased by 30 to 40 per cent over the past two years, that can't be all that bad for you guys. Instead of fighting with us why can't we work together for the betterment of us all? I took the time to listen to your song clips and I think you have a very good album, the songs are well written and I really enjoyed them, If we can assist you over here feel free to ask. Maybe we can put all this crap behind us and al move into the future. Let me know your thought.Davey.As you can imagine I let him know my thought and I will probably post my reply next week.

Saturday, April 08, 2000

8th April 2000

Well, there I was, thinking the worst of it was over, how wrong was I? I had come home from hospital on the Monday and in the early hours of Tuesday morning I had climbed out of bed to go to the little boys room and the gradually increasing pain I had been experiencing in my foot had grown to sheer agony. As the blood rushed down to my broken limb the throbbing was something akin to a Tom and Jerry cartoon so I decided I had to go back to hospital and let the doctors take another look. On arrival a doctor told me to go to the plaster room to remove the plaster so he could have a better look at it so I toddled in and jumped up on the bed. When the plaster was removed it was not a pretty sight. My foot looked like a 10lb sausage in a 5lb skin and was a very dark purple. The verdict was something called "cellulitus" which is not the "cottage cheese" skin effect on old ladies thighs but an inflammation of the cells and tissues ( as you can tell my stay in hospital has made me something of an expert ). I was admitted straight away and that is where I have been for the last ten days. The doctor said it would take 2-3 days of intravenous antibiotics to rid me of this pain but this turned out to be hopeful and I spent the next ten days in bed with my foot on a pillow and the end of the bed tipped up to keep the blood out of my foot ( I am surprised I did not get cellulitus in my head!!!). Unlike last time when I was on a modern part of the hospital I was placed in the Dickensian part which was very depressing. The stay was made more bearable by the nurses, who were wonderful, as always. My buddies called in and kept me supplied with a small library and large amounts of chocs so I have been eating and reading for England!! I met a variety of characters during my stay, some great guys and some boring bastards, one particular gentleman should be glad I was discharged yesterday as he was in serious danger of being discharged through the first floor window by your correspondent. The people who I mix with are generally liberal, fun loving, intelligent folk and this lures one into thinking that the rest of the population consists of like-minded individuals but it is only when you are forced into the company of strangers that you realise you and your friends are in the minority and a large part of the world is made up of ignorant, racist, homophobic fucking idiots, especially in the older generations. That said I met a couple of diamond geezers during my stay so this helped me ignore the morons and help me get through my time ( sounds like Alcatraz ). I met one guy who I will call Randy Old Goat , in his sixties, who did not miss the opportunity to chase a bit of skirt and was asking nurses to pass notes into the female part of the ward to certain ladies who had caught his eye. I would describe him as a typical "lovable rogue" and he and I had a few good laughs during the first three days of my stay but then he was discharged and I was left in the company of "Drop Dead Fred" who was the guy who nearly met the window. Anyway, I am glad to be back and hopping around on the crutches again and hopefully my next note in this section will have something about music instead of being another version of "Emergency Ward 10".