Its dark and I’m on a plane. Somewhere over a very big lake in Canada. Everyone around me is in the land of nod. But Brain Farts never sleep.
Welcome to my new website. I’m tapping this out very slowly thanks to Japanese whiskey. Or maybe that’s whisky? I’m not sure if they go with the ‘e’ or not and there’s no way to check up here.
But believe me, it’s great gear. Or at least it was last night.
Lifestyle tip – don’t drink lots of Japanese whisky at a friend’s wedding and then try to slice a loaf of bread for a late night snack when you get back in. A digit may just get in the way and you could end up with a pool of blood on the kitchen floor, half a nail in your sandwich and an oversized bandage on the one finger that no one really wants to to ask about.
However, on the flip side, I can now honestly say that there’s been blood, sweat and tears to bring you this new site. Along with some snot and a tiny bit of pee. I hope you like it.
Over the next few weeks, I’ll be making a TV show about a Belfast man who helped build Los Angeles – stay tuned for Stetsons and stopcocks.
I’ll be playing records and talking shite on the wireless (as Sir Terry Wogan once politely told me) And I’ll be asking for your ‘Help’ at my live gigs up and down the country.
I’ll also be posting some snaps on my new Instagram account, tweeting more than once a month (no, really) and brain farting live on Periscope. I’d love you to join me – especially at the gigs.
Meantime, big thanks for checking out the site and for not laughing (too hard) at my blue steel. Ahem.
Oh and thanks to my wife for not letting me bleed to death last night… though at one point she did give it serious consideration.
All the Georgie,
P.S. Just realised – the only time there should be an ‘e’ in whisky is in Ibiza.