Dear You, and You, and ESPECIALLY YOU.

July is upon us, and as well as wishing you all the happy first day of it I thought it would be a good idea to write about what's been happening and what's lurking in the wings waiting to happen in the coming weeks, should anyone stumble upon this site with an urge to read such things.

After a brief stint back at Little Unsaid Headquarters in London I ventured back into the southwest of fair England for Sunrise Celebration, which, as it turned out, was taking place this year in a few acres of swamp. Torrential rain had turned the site into a mud bath before we arrived, but the crowd's spirits were only raised by the hilariously sloppy struggle of moving around, and the three gigs I had at the Small World Stage, Spit 'n' Sawdust and Bimble Inn were great filthy fun. Sharing cider with Stanley Donwood seems to be becoming a regular festival occurrence. I crossed paths with him again at Sunrise and ended up doing some Victorian-style letter printing from the back of a pink milk float. I also got to fill my 'manliness quota' for the year by helping push some people's cars out of the mud whilst grunting and shouting things like 'GIVE IT SOME.' All in all, a successful, if messy, weekend.

I have a few days of writing ahead now, as a film I'm composing the music for completed its shoot last week, so crunch time approaches. Then I migrate north for another homecoming gig at Bar1:22 in Huddersfield, a good chance to test some new material out on kind, understanding ears, or at least I hope so.

I'll leave you with this picture of some of the letter printing we did at Sunrise. I can't take the credit for the choice of words I'm afraid.