Well it’s been fun. Over three-and-a-half fucking years it’s been. Two, maybe even four wholly different lives. I lost me there too. Totally. I’ve been lost sortive for maybe three years. I lost me, and I wanted to go home but there wasn’t one there anymore. There were houses though, and friends (so many), and wine and candles and curry and gigs, and driving. So many miles that the whole notion of home is a lost one anyway. Work too. Lots of it. Days, nights, and twilights. Streetlights, café’s, and bars. Summers. Winters.

Thanks to everyone who read along, it means a lot. Time to close up shop though. Finally. Bye for now.

Lets go live and direct now though. Old school/ New school. Live and direct and giving all the staff at Port Mor to Aberdeen their late summer’s holiday. Stand ‘em all a pint if you run into them, (their camping down in Brighton) they worked hard (and besides, no one’s getting the sack, just a holiday in lieu of a pay raise).

Now, lets roll live, live and direct on an incoming frequency. Live and direct, calling all ships at sea, all planes in the air ~ positive vibrations, and scattered showers. A clean frequency, and cast iron cook pans. No more 60 cycle hum in the P.A. - we fixed that – OK now lets see if we can’t get this contraption on the live wire here…. Calling Sparkey, Sparkey are you there? Sparkey, come in Sparkey….tune the dial and what do you know....

~ Meet Sparkey ~