Rehearsing before the show in the staff kitchen

King of Rossness: part Bob Dylan, part Percy Plant, all Ross!

Out of shot here is Peter Buck playing drums - I'm better than him:

"OY PETE! GET OFF THAT KIT AND PICK UP YER RICK, YER BIG PLANK"

Eating a wimpy, in a massage chair - he joined this tour a boy and we made him... well, I'm not sure what we made him, but he sure looks happy!

I'm pretty sure that this has Bill on bass, Scott on guitar and Peter on Drums, can't remember the song though.

Looks like Peter's playing with his bare hands.

"OY PETE! Use the sticks dear, THE STICKS"

I really ought to be more selective in what photos I publish - some of these are not very good are they?

Nice shirt though.

Not a great photo - the sun was the wrong way, the exposure's all wrong, but this is the kind of thing they get upto round somerset way.

I love pub mirrors; this one's in the Horse and Groom, Great Portland Street, London, where we sometimes go after radio sessions at broadcasting house.

it's a place, and it was the name of our driver and all round dude, Ross - more a state of mind than anything else.

Ah, the road!

Or just Meatloaf, I dunno? I only wish I'd have got a photo of the guy driving - he really was Meaty!

Tom Robinson's producers - Helen's birthday is the Eighteenth Day of May, and we named the band after her

Rehearsing before the show in the staff kitchen

deep, deep in thought, wondering what to do about the multiple injuries the van's picked up in our care.

Or something - it's a west coast pop art experimental band paraphrase.

asleep like a lamb cos me and ben snore

Mr Tom Robinson decked out in all his glowing finery.

Tom looked shaep tonight with a little skinny, black tie.

"That's Mister Ben Phillipson to you, and this is my attic!"

It hadn't actually snowed while we were in Scotland, it was just very, very frosty

This is after a good gig in Exeter - the people of which are good folk

Hooray!

Is that fear in Ben's eyes?

looking into the bleak

I don't know what this guy's excuse is - he sleeps until a minute before we're supposed to get out of town

This was a weird and cute-ass art thing at the arts' centre in Exeter where film was projected onto water; very cool.

at the ABC II

This was a weird and cute-ass art thing at the arts' centre in Exeter where film was projected onto water; very cool.

I don't know why this sign makes me laugh, but it does - maybe it's the sheer incompetence?

This was a weird and cute-ass art thing at the arts' centre in Exeter where film was projected onto water; very cool.

turning back on the bleak

The sun breaks through the clouds on our way home.

at the ABC II

This was a weird and cute-ass art thing at the arts' centre in Exeter where film was projected onto water; very cool.

Well not quite but the low-flying clouds round the borders were spectaculo!

Rehearsing in Ben's attic in London's sulubrious Notting Hill.

This is during the 6music session, somehow Allison's gone all golden and fuzzy

This was a weird and cute-ass art thing at the arts' centre in Exeter where film was projected onto water; very cool.

In Ben's Attic again

at the ABC II

at the ABC II

This was a weird and cute-ass art thing at the arts' centre in Exeter where film was projected onto water; very cool.

with many a winding turn, that brings us to Pilton, who knows when?

Doing what he does best

"Oi! do want a Scando fisting?"