I think the last week of intense work, planning and creating is beginning to take its toll - way before any houmous inflation might have the chance.

For reasons known only to the inner workings of my frazzled brain, I have taken to answering the phone with 'hello. I'm Johnny Cash'. (taken from his intro to 'Folsom Prison' for the non Middle-Aged Mojo nerds out there).

There is no reason for it other than the clear onset of a mini nervous breakdown. Hopefully this can be averted by a little break this evening, and the chance of a cheeky bordeaux as I've got a gig to review.

I'm hoping it is equally as awesome as the bands inspired name: "Tim and Sams Tim and The Sam Band with Tim and Sam".

And needless to say, none of them are called Tim and Sam.