Boy Meets Guitarist

It's a classic tale as old as Lego. Boy songwriter meets guitarist, boy songwriter falls in love with guitarist's gitwanging, boy songwriter falls out of love with guitarist's gitwanging, boy falls back in love with guitarist's gitwanging, and they all live happily ever after until one of us shuffles off this mortal single coil pickup. Last night at Catherine's 21st birthday bash Julian and Simon played together for the first time in three hundred years. It's true we may be greyer and more beautiful but the most important more is there was more chemistry than Chemistry Set 5 (and remember that's the one that had enough plutonium in it to make that doomsday bomb off Beneath the Planet of the Apes! God damn you all to hell!) Never ones to shirk our duty of defending the world from dead Charlton Hestons, Sister fate has once more contrived that we save the world through the medium of agit prop roots rock. (I think we would all admit it was an unfinished job that had only been two thirds completed!) We may even play a gig or ten...