Sure:::
At the end of that rousing (day long) tale and after we'd managed to pull Smit back from the edge of his seat we trundled down the road to the pretty fancy Hare and Hounds pub where we lay our scene.
After some over zealous gear shifting, Helen was finding it hard to sit down properly:::
We had a slap-up crisp dinner:::
And found our Norwich friend Mat Riviere lurking behind some small dogs:::
During soundcheck Ellie found a cable that wasn't coiled right. She had a heart attack:::
And died:::
We immediately replaced her with Fearne Cotton:::
She soon became annoying so Rosie called her friends on the Olympic Committee y'all:::
The prescribed a rousing rendition of 'Hero' by the late, great Heather Small:::Ellie searched for the hero inside herself and pulled through. Thank God.
Her recovery was aided by the presence of Lucy Brown, Robert Brown and Graham Reynolds:::
As part of the deal with mother nature (Oprah) Rosie had to lend her face to a pauper in order to to cement Ellie's return to life. We lost it for a while:::
Later on we put Manager Arthur to bed with a saucer of milk:::
And set about transcending the space/time continuum:::
Next stop: London. Messy essy times.Morning Hair:::
Shower Hair:::
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