On Probation

Didn't go to Resonance yesterday as I was working on the sound for Lizzy Hobbs's amazing animated film 'The Old, Old, Very Old Man', which tells the story of Thomas Parr, England's oldest man, who is buried in Westminster Abbey. He lived on diet of green cheese, onions, coarse bread, buttermilk or mild ale (cider on special occasions) - not unlike my own diet, in fact, which is rather encouraging. Edward Fox has provided the voices and the animation is fantastic, so the pressure's on to make sure the sound is of the same high standard. So far it's going well, but the deadline is approaching fast, so, unlike Mr Parr, I don't have much time!





Then up to the dizzy heights of North London to celebrate Eddo's 35th birthday, and the start of his new career as a probation officer. It was the first time this year all 3 of the Crops had been in the same room: with a bit of luck we'll manage to meet up a bit more often to finish recording our album. Good to see Tommo there too, and had a great chat with him about Cormac Mcarthy and Moby Dick. David peaked too early and had to be taxied back to Stockwell before closing time, so I took the last Northern Line train home and was entertained by the busking ghost of Gene Vincent. None of my pissed up kebab munching fellow-travellers appeared to see him, so all he got was a quid from me, which was not alright mama.