Dear Diary,
It's partytime! Tonight bodes well, a good time to be had, in said Tudor brothel, with some of the finest musicians around. I am truly honoured to be invited. Aye. Many friends from both my home town and there are due to be in attendance. This, should be good; if not great.
Lots happening, not good for my old jamming partner, great for me (old residency complications and poverty). Gigs on the horizon, and the promise of a party very soon...
Stay On the Flex,
Nevermind all the rest,
Maxy Waxy. x x
