Don’t Mention The Day Job

It has become something of a Blog Mantra not to mention my day job which (I blushingly admit) sometimes is probably the best gig in the world. As an earner, it has its ups and downs just like a rabbit, sometimes grazing peacefully, one eye on the next fluffy shag, sometimes bolting for cover to avoid the foxes of impecunity. Every so often the tasty red carrot of enterprise provides the most spectacular nibble opportunity and sufficient frisk potential for one hundred small bunnies.

Today, I shall mostly be recording trumpet, piccolo, snare, and voices, on behalf of Engerland Fans everywhere, and most especially in Germany this summer. Have a listen to our cheeky demo. Let’s hope it becomes the unofficial hit of 2006. Unofficial songs normally outsell the official ones 3-1. We’ll be up against fantastic competition – footie versions of Amarillo, “Chant Like an England Fan” and “Tits Out For The Lads” all ready and raring to go. But, we don’t care, and we fear no-one – for we have The Mighty Tuba on our side.

Part of me is nervous and almost like a preacher who desperately needs God but secretly knows that only rain and sun in the right order will bring a harvest worth reaping. And part of me is like an excited five year old who has just been given a hat and the rabbit to pull out of it. Here we go, here we go, here we go….

Wish me luck for as they say, there is many a slip twixt the time added on for injury and the decisions of referrees and linesmen.

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