All right, you guys. I might as well admit it. Before I had the chanse to pour myself a glass of whiskey, my brother came home from hospital. He'd done his first treatment for his brain tumour. Feeling just all right, and glad that he'd gone through the first of ten treatments. Those are with some kind of rays, don't know what they're called in your language. Ulf, my brother, was glad. We had that Southern Comfort, a couple of glasses, then dinner, wine, a couple of friends, coffe, Remy Martin, Link Wray, that pianist who once played with Dave Edmunds, yeah, that's right, his name is... ... funny character, did an interwiew with him once.. lovely musician... What the f--k is his namne.... No it's not Delbert McClinton, it's... Watkins... Geraint Watkins! That's whom!
anyways. It's the world to have you anonomyous guys to talk to. All luck in the world to you!!!! Sheeers!
