I have a moderate knowledge of where to point and click - that's about it.
My old mate Anal with whom I spent many a happy year messing about in bands (he's a great bassist and an equally good guitarist; I'm just the show-off who stood at the front and howled down a microphone) has just got in touch. Here we are, The Family Fruitbowl (L-R Anal, Charlie Bishop, Bruce Treasure of SubHumans and a very young me when I had hair).
Some time ago, Anal sent me a copy of one of his more recent compositions, do give it a spin, it's called "Living Inside The Grasshopper Man" and the video below was put together by yours truly featuring all sorts of photos of Anal taken on holidays and the like. If you have any difficulty playing it here - you can click to it instead.
Anyway, the reason for this posting is an email (slightly edited for the sensitive) that I've just received that made me laugh out loud. Anal is a potty-mouthed old git, and it shows.