Well, we’ve all been here, but most endeavour to keep it hidden. In my case though, it’s shameful admission time; ok, it’s hardly a Ted Bundy type revelation but it is pretty astonishing, even so, especially considering my otherwise sublime, stellar and eclectic taste – not forgetting an almost lifelong obsession with all things Rhythm & Blues. Yet here I am, bearing my soul for the soft rock with some progressive leanings that is the Moody Blues – and the progressive connection is at very best tenuous and probably no more than a pathetic attempt at credibility. After all, this band was definitely no Procol Harum. 🎹
Norwich Birthday Bash
A three night break in Norwich to celebrate the not to be mentioned birthday of an individual who goes under the moniker of Mrs. No Name. Riveting news includes the imparting of our mode of transport, which was the train, and a new hotel for us – I decreed that was a very risky thing to do but it proved to be a delightful break …



