In assorted images…
In assorted images…
“Ben, this is going to be one of the most superb gigs in the history of music. You will enjoy because it’s impossible not to…”
Video footage here
If you look very closely, you can just see the little dribble of wee running down her leg as she tries to stay calm.

Thank you, Beth.

Isn’t it wonderful?! So plump and bright and jolly and garishly alien!
I should eat this for breakfast more often.
There is no joy sweeter than making baby Katie smile.
Scary dinosaurs. Scary dinosaurs.
What kind of pussy gets scared by dinosaurs that look like these?
I’ve seen more scary things growing on a butternut squash.

We laugh about it now.

As the Summer of 2006 dribbles into what is now becoming known as Big September, and The Crap is forever consigned to the bottomless pit of Ben’s miscellaneous technology drawer, we are left with these few images of the past few months…










Addendum:
Dear Mr Wolf, imagine my surprise when I today discovered I could have easily obtained a job for one evening working your personal dressing room on the 1st of October at The Zodiac, Oxford, but am unable to attend because, yet again, I am on F***ING HOLIDAY…
Would anything else like to announce its taking place during this week? Perhaps Kirsty MacColl and Cass Elliot might like to come back from the dead for one night and put on an impromptu concert in my garden? Or perhaps Faber or Pengiun might like to offer record advances to anyone called Ben who’s writing a novel? Or why not go the whole hog and have a police box materialise in my living room with the keys left in the lock?
Bitter? Frustrated? Spoilt and throwing a temper tantrum? Goodness, no. What on Earth makes you think that?
Only a true Brit could complain about having to go on holiday.







