Would all of you out there reading this blog please take this moment to join hands and celebrate the life and face of James O'Reilly, the only person who reads this blog.

Now that you've done that, let me tell you what you already know - which is that I went to Birmingham for a couple of gigs, to whit, a fun one at the sunflower lounge while the england game was happening and a less fun one at ceol castle where my voice went (and from which it still hasn't returned). Max invented the car pint, then we came to Oxford, ate a pie, went to London, plugged elite beat agents into max's speaker system, met lauren (max) / sat with sherlock for an hour reading private eye (will), and finally parted ways because I had a gig in oxfordshire. The Talbot Inn provided probably the most satisfactory wage:crowd size ratio I've yet experienced, and I can honestly say I've never eaten a roast dinner by an A road whilst playing a set before.

So that's my news. Yes, that Lauren. More weird stuff has happened but I don't want Jim knowing about it so we'll keep it minty for now...