Its the last week of the Easter Holiday 2010, the clocks are one hour forward, our kids won't go to bed because "it can't be bed-time 'cos its still bright outside", the Barbeque is out of the shed, everyone is buying their booze at the Cash and Carry, we've had a baking hot weekend, everytime a top footballer goes down injured the nation winces! It must be World Cup year! Come On England! The England Rugby Team can huff and puff, win scrummages all day and kick for touch at the Six Nations, the Cricket team can beat Bangladesh, India, Pakistan and even the Mother-In-Law. No-one cares, its World Cup Year...Come On England! Even my wife is sweating over the fitness of Rooney's knee, will Ashley Cole be ready? Who's our best Goalie? Who will go instead of Beckham?
I am despite earlier statements about my family being important, checking potential gig enquiries against possible England fixtures! If we finish top, will we meet Germany in the Semi-Finals or Argentina in Round Two, what if we can't beat U.S.A.? It's a mad mad world! If John Terry scores the winner in the final, or marks Lionel Messi out of a crucial game, all the nonsense of my previous posts will be airbrushed from everyone's mind; we'll forget that Steven Gerrard had fisticuffs in Southport, and John Terry was snubbed by Wayne Bridge. Its a very daft world!
To talk sense for one moment, we are weeks away from Election day, Labour could come tumbling down, the new regime could, on the back of a savvy Italian called Capello, benefit from the euphoria of high octane World Cup run and Summer feel-good factor; the Recession will be forgotten. When Tony Blair became Prime Minister back in 1997, Diana died and he reacted before the Queen to the under-belly of Public Opinion and became a champion of the mood of Middle Britain. Is Cameron smart enough to do the same? Time will tell.
Monday, 12 April 2010
Tuesday, 2 February 2010
Role models!
I have read, watched, and listened to with fascination all the coverage concerning John Terry, the Chelsea and England football captain. I feel the need to put my opinion on record because many aspects of this sorry issue annoy and sadden me.
When Fabio Capello came to England to manage our national team, I know from conversations with 'football people' that he, like many foreigners that come to Britain to work and live, is fascinated by the importance of trivial details in British life. I do not think that he truly appreciated the significance of the appointment of the England captain; David Beckham, in my opinion was a fine captain - the blame for England's failings at the previous World Cup should be laid at Sven's door not his. Having observed the England team from afar, initially Capello felt that selecting a captain would be as insignificant as deciding whether or not to sprinkle parmascen cheese on his pasta at the dinner table. As he convalesces in his Swiss home, the real concern now is not his knee but the true dimensions of the poison chalice that is the England manager's job. What is most worrying though, is how toothless the Football Association has proved itself to be time and time again. Fabio is alone in the wilderness to make a football decision, which vitally is also a diplomtic and corporate one too; make no mistake, this WILL affect sponsorship if handled poorly and the F.A. know it: so there you have it, our tarnished image will be sorted by a foreigner, albeit an excellent strategist.
John Terry, the person, first came to my notice in June 2007. I was preparing to play for a Civil Wedding Ceremony at Whittlebury Park, Northants for an ardent Chelsea fan. During the course of my usual exhaustive preparations, I met Martin Swann, a local minister here in Northampton who informed me that he was a Chelsea chaplin and had been approached by John Terry that week to perform a Wedding Blessing as a bolt-on for his Civil Ceremony at Bleinham Palace in Oxfordshire that week. He said he had initially agreed to the request but withdrew at the eleventh hour after learning that OK magazine were sponsoring the event for exclusive rights to coverage. His explanation was concise and simple: as someone who offers unseen Pastoral support to many of the players in confidence, his integrity would be compromised by being linked and photographed at such an event.
I gave John Terry the benefit of the doubt over his Wedding, after all David Beckham and Ashley Cole amongst many others have done similar things but I have made a point of observing Terry since then. Whenever London based players are discussed gambling and losing large amounts in various London Casinos and Race Tracks, Terry's name is always mentioned, there was the misdemeanor with him selling trips around the training pitch, marketing himself by mass E mail touting himself to the highest bidder, if that wasn't bad enough, some of his relatives were cautioned for shoplifting! Come on! He is the highest paid player in Britain earning reputedly £150,000 a week, that's not a year, a month, a fortnight, that's every week!!! I can honestly tell you that if music EVER made me THAT kind of money, I would be more than a little discreet about my conduct in public flaunting my life-style, family and homes; especially now.
Driving up the A19 to watch Middlesbrough at the Riverside, has reminded me of the huge sacrifices rank and file punters make to follow their heroes. Having said that, supporters honestly don't mind what the players drive, where they live etc. But there is an understanding that for all the special privileges and earnings that they enjoy, they really ought, with all that in their favour, to be proper up upstanding pinnacles in society. Our celebrity culture and the internet has fast-tracked people, more accustomed to humbler surroundings and limited attention, into an arena that they and their families and friends are ill-prepared for. Excess is the norm and no-one is reining it in, because we are too busy being consumed by the whole machinery.
I will say it AGAIN! Thank the Lord that we have a foreigner, who is reflecting over a glass Pinot Grigio in Switzerland right now, calmly considering the responsibility of his next move. Its a shame that our up-and-coming fabulous feel-good Bar-be-que Summer of 2010 will be kick started by a successful England football team, marshalled by the iron fist of an Italian called Fabio Capello. John Terry right now fears this man more than his missus, and for that I, for one, am grateful.
When Fabio Capello came to England to manage our national team, I know from conversations with 'football people' that he, like many foreigners that come to Britain to work and live, is fascinated by the importance of trivial details in British life. I do not think that he truly appreciated the significance of the appointment of the England captain; David Beckham, in my opinion was a fine captain - the blame for England's failings at the previous World Cup should be laid at Sven's door not his. Having observed the England team from afar, initially Capello felt that selecting a captain would be as insignificant as deciding whether or not to sprinkle parmascen cheese on his pasta at the dinner table. As he convalesces in his Swiss home, the real concern now is not his knee but the true dimensions of the poison chalice that is the England manager's job. What is most worrying though, is how toothless the Football Association has proved itself to be time and time again. Fabio is alone in the wilderness to make a football decision, which vitally is also a diplomtic and corporate one too; make no mistake, this WILL affect sponsorship if handled poorly and the F.A. know it: so there you have it, our tarnished image will be sorted by a foreigner, albeit an excellent strategist.
John Terry, the person, first came to my notice in June 2007. I was preparing to play for a Civil Wedding Ceremony at Whittlebury Park, Northants for an ardent Chelsea fan. During the course of my usual exhaustive preparations, I met Martin Swann, a local minister here in Northampton who informed me that he was a Chelsea chaplin and had been approached by John Terry that week to perform a Wedding Blessing as a bolt-on for his Civil Ceremony at Bleinham Palace in Oxfordshire that week. He said he had initially agreed to the request but withdrew at the eleventh hour after learning that OK magazine were sponsoring the event for exclusive rights to coverage. His explanation was concise and simple: as someone who offers unseen Pastoral support to many of the players in confidence, his integrity would be compromised by being linked and photographed at such an event.
I gave John Terry the benefit of the doubt over his Wedding, after all David Beckham and Ashley Cole amongst many others have done similar things but I have made a point of observing Terry since then. Whenever London based players are discussed gambling and losing large amounts in various London Casinos and Race Tracks, Terry's name is always mentioned, there was the misdemeanor with him selling trips around the training pitch, marketing himself by mass E mail touting himself to the highest bidder, if that wasn't bad enough, some of his relatives were cautioned for shoplifting! Come on! He is the highest paid player in Britain earning reputedly £150,000 a week, that's not a year, a month, a fortnight, that's every week!!! I can honestly tell you that if music EVER made me THAT kind of money, I would be more than a little discreet about my conduct in public flaunting my life-style, family and homes; especially now.
Driving up the A19 to watch Middlesbrough at the Riverside, has reminded me of the huge sacrifices rank and file punters make to follow their heroes. Having said that, supporters honestly don't mind what the players drive, where they live etc. But there is an understanding that for all the special privileges and earnings that they enjoy, they really ought, with all that in their favour, to be proper up upstanding pinnacles in society. Our celebrity culture and the internet has fast-tracked people, more accustomed to humbler surroundings and limited attention, into an arena that they and their families and friends are ill-prepared for. Excess is the norm and no-one is reining it in, because we are too busy being consumed by the whole machinery.
I will say it AGAIN! Thank the Lord that we have a foreigner, who is reflecting over a glass Pinot Grigio in Switzerland right now, calmly considering the responsibility of his next move. Its a shame that our up-and-coming fabulous feel-good Bar-be-que Summer of 2010 will be kick started by a successful England football team, marshalled by the iron fist of an Italian called Fabio Capello. John Terry right now fears this man more than his missus, and for that I, for one, am grateful.
Friday, 18 December 2009
Sometimes, Real Life Has To Dominate and Determine The Landscape - Thats Just The Way It Is
Its December 18th 2009, and my last blog was on December 28th 2008. Well, thinking about it, I suppose its been quite a unique year; thats the best way to sum it up! This time last year I was preparing to receive a set of twins, celebrate them, breathe a sigh of relief and then continue to strive for World Domination. Life just has other plans for you doesn't it! 'Boro got relegated, my episode finally appeared on BBC Television much to everyone's surprise and most significantly of all, one of our twins was stillborn.
The death of Grace Amelia on January 8th has resonated through 2009, and as a result, true rational thought processing has been near impossible. Its not all doom and gloom though because Alice Lydia was born at 34 weeks strong, healthy and very beautiful. Big sister Lucy aged 3 (nearly 4), Alice and my wife Anne-Marie really have become my world. Everything else has been pushed into a distant second place; that's quite powerful seeing that written down in print!
To cut a long story short, the twins were born in the early hours of Thursday 8th January at 3.13am (Grace) and 3;15am (Alice) respectively. It was obvious that there were problems with Grace, when your wife is a Paedeatric Nurse, she understands the terminology around the operating table, and just knew! Having a beautiful baby like Alice to is after an intense tragedy like that was the greatest pick-me-up I could ever ask for - she was and is calm, unflustered and delightful!
At this point, I must add that I have since met many many people who have lost a baby, and in some cases more than one, and they had to leave the labour or maternity ward with nothing to cuddle, except those new baby clothes that were going to clothe their new arrival. I truly understand how devastating that now feels, I DID have a birth to celebrate, despite the despair of our loss; it was after all the straw that I held onto, tenuous as it may have been.
Then just as we were getting back to 'normality', Anne-Marie had a twinge in her stomach, and back into hospital we went - three times...with baby Alice in-tow! Eventually, she had her Gall Bladder removed, but we had to cancel Grace's funeral and notify huge numbers THREE times before laying Grace to rest. It was now March!
So, I officially resumed my Professional work in mid-March. I did perform at some engagements during the critical period, which was extremely therapeutic for my assimilation back into the super highway of normal everyday life. I owe huge thanks to the families of all those event organisers especially my brides and grooms - who still wanted a memorable day with me central to it, but displayed tremendous human understanding at such a monumental time for themselves.
Back in the groove in my regular working life, as a Pianist and a Piano Teacher, everyone was deeply affected by our experiences. I have been fascinated more by how people have side-stepped the subject of the twins by bringing up everything except the obvious, than those who have taken time out to acknowledge the episode in our lives; and its significance.
Easter came very quickly and with it the realisation that my beloved Cobblers were slipping into the relegation mire, Middlesbrough were there all season! Somehow they I believed that they would both just click into a nice fast gear and cruise out of trouble. That time never came! Even with my presence at St James Park for the big derby, I could not rouse them. Sadly both teams suffered the inevitable, both lost their managers too and both are STILL in trouble. I still have been nowhere near either the Riverside or Sixfields grounds to watch them; that will be put right during the coming weeks.
Work, work, work! Once I had sat down and really thought about what was happening and what I was going to do this year it was May! The telephone seemed not to be ringing quite as much as it did last year. Had I truly under-estimated how much preparation and strategic planning I normally did and missed out due the events of Jan, Feb and March. I brainstormed with many wise and informed personnel that work so hard behind the scenes of 'Team Lincoln'. My conclusions were and still are that this recession really is have a devastating effect on EVERYONE.
Provincially, I am still one of the busiest jobbing Pianists out there for lots of reasons, the main one of course is that I am better than the others! But I have never stopped examining the detail of every job I take, whether as a soloist, accompanist or with the trio. But, the way things are being done is changing, and as a result, apart from my own family dynamics changing, I am having to be flexible about what I really want and what I am prepared to do.
Sitting here sharing my innermost thoughts on this Blog and occasionally reading paragraphs back to Anne-Marie, we have concluded that despite the challenges we have faced, we are comfortable with being the people that we are, and things that we stand for. I am very proud of that!
I need to go and get the suits ready for a night at the Cartwright Hotel Restaurant and then a Concert tomorrow at St Lawrence's Church in Towcester where I will talk all round my generous face, play some tunes and have loads of fun with a live audience. Then some nonsense with my mate Billingham and our Duston mates then its feet up with a few cameos at 'The Dog & Gun' in Walton and New Year's Eve at the 'Boat Inn', Stoke Bruerne AGAIN (Same Money as the last 6 years! C'mon lads have a word!!!). Then I lie low till mid-January and sort the Cobblers and the 'Boro then its 2010 rolling on for real!
Happy Christmas and Have a great 2010!! Expect the unexpected and Celebrate whatever turns up, Life just isn't a dress rehearsal...
The death of Grace Amelia on January 8th has resonated through 2009, and as a result, true rational thought processing has been near impossible. Its not all doom and gloom though because Alice Lydia was born at 34 weeks strong, healthy and very beautiful. Big sister Lucy aged 3 (nearly 4), Alice and my wife Anne-Marie really have become my world. Everything else has been pushed into a distant second place; that's quite powerful seeing that written down in print!
To cut a long story short, the twins were born in the early hours of Thursday 8th January at 3.13am (Grace) and 3;15am (Alice) respectively. It was obvious that there were problems with Grace, when your wife is a Paedeatric Nurse, she understands the terminology around the operating table, and just knew! Having a beautiful baby like Alice to is after an intense tragedy like that was the greatest pick-me-up I could ever ask for - she was and is calm, unflustered and delightful!
At this point, I must add that I have since met many many people who have lost a baby, and in some cases more than one, and they had to leave the labour or maternity ward with nothing to cuddle, except those new baby clothes that were going to clothe their new arrival. I truly understand how devastating that now feels, I DID have a birth to celebrate, despite the despair of our loss; it was after all the straw that I held onto, tenuous as it may have been.
Then just as we were getting back to 'normality', Anne-Marie had a twinge in her stomach, and back into hospital we went - three times...with baby Alice in-tow! Eventually, she had her Gall Bladder removed, but we had to cancel Grace's funeral and notify huge numbers THREE times before laying Grace to rest. It was now March!
So, I officially resumed my Professional work in mid-March. I did perform at some engagements during the critical period, which was extremely therapeutic for my assimilation back into the super highway of normal everyday life. I owe huge thanks to the families of all those event organisers especially my brides and grooms - who still wanted a memorable day with me central to it, but displayed tremendous human understanding at such a monumental time for themselves.
Back in the groove in my regular working life, as a Pianist and a Piano Teacher, everyone was deeply affected by our experiences. I have been fascinated more by how people have side-stepped the subject of the twins by bringing up everything except the obvious, than those who have taken time out to acknowledge the episode in our lives; and its significance.
Easter came very quickly and with it the realisation that my beloved Cobblers were slipping into the relegation mire, Middlesbrough were there all season! Somehow they I believed that they would both just click into a nice fast gear and cruise out of trouble. That time never came! Even with my presence at St James Park for the big derby, I could not rouse them. Sadly both teams suffered the inevitable, both lost their managers too and both are STILL in trouble. I still have been nowhere near either the Riverside or Sixfields grounds to watch them; that will be put right during the coming weeks.
Work, work, work! Once I had sat down and really thought about what was happening and what I was going to do this year it was May! The telephone seemed not to be ringing quite as much as it did last year. Had I truly under-estimated how much preparation and strategic planning I normally did and missed out due the events of Jan, Feb and March. I brainstormed with many wise and informed personnel that work so hard behind the scenes of 'Team Lincoln'. My conclusions were and still are that this recession really is have a devastating effect on EVERYONE.
Provincially, I am still one of the busiest jobbing Pianists out there for lots of reasons, the main one of course is that I am better than the others! But I have never stopped examining the detail of every job I take, whether as a soloist, accompanist or with the trio. But, the way things are being done is changing, and as a result, apart from my own family dynamics changing, I am having to be flexible about what I really want and what I am prepared to do.
Sitting here sharing my innermost thoughts on this Blog and occasionally reading paragraphs back to Anne-Marie, we have concluded that despite the challenges we have faced, we are comfortable with being the people that we are, and things that we stand for. I am very proud of that!
I need to go and get the suits ready for a night at the Cartwright Hotel Restaurant and then a Concert tomorrow at St Lawrence's Church in Towcester where I will talk all round my generous face, play some tunes and have loads of fun with a live audience. Then some nonsense with my mate Billingham and our Duston mates then its feet up with a few cameos at 'The Dog & Gun' in Walton and New Year's Eve at the 'Boat Inn', Stoke Bruerne AGAIN (Same Money as the last 6 years! C'mon lads have a word!!!). Then I lie low till mid-January and sort the Cobblers and the 'Boro then its 2010 rolling on for real!
Happy Christmas and Have a great 2010!! Expect the unexpected and Celebrate whatever turns up, Life just isn't a dress rehearsal...
Thursday, 16 April 2009
The last time I wrote anything here, Christmas had just passed; now we have just celebrated Easter. For the first time in my adult life, I can actually say that I celebrated and enjoyed the Easter period in that complete way that leaves one feeling fulfilled, energized and content. The Easter fortnight has been very different, but then 2009 so far has been unlike anything imaginable. Sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself, lets start at the beginning.
In early January, Anne-Marie gave birth to our twins; but sadly Grace was stillborn. Alice is alive, strong, healthy...and beautiful. The whole month was spent gently mourning and preparing for her funeral and the post mortem. Then on 28th January, two days before the funeral, Anne-Marie was in hospital, jaundiced and complaining of stomach pains.
February was a month of total disruption for all of us. In and out of hospital with a baby only weeks old, still breastfeeding who was still technically premature and had lost her identical twin sister, tearful big sister Lucy having to stay with our resourceful mother-in-law who, of course, was grieving too. Anne-Marie finally had the gall bladder removed by key-hole surgery, then some convalescence at the mother-in-law. I, meanwhile began to tentatively rejoin the fast track that is the real world. That's not to say that I wasn't alreading busy contacting people to keep them abreast of developments so they could attempt to attend one of the many cancelled funeral dates! Or simply empathize with us, once they had themselves made some sort of sense of the whole episode. On 23rd February, 24 days later than planned, Grace was laid to rest and I gave an address at the service at Victoria Road Congregational Church, Northampton. That day was both sad and beautiful at the same time for Anne-Marie, Lucy, Alice and I.
March has been a blur of shared emotions with everyone in our world. Many people have felt the need to tangibly acknowledge our experience in numerous ways and it has been wonderful, interesting and enlightening. I have never felt the power of prayer so strongly in my life, my faith has become stronger. But the real world that waited patiently was now making its regular requests. I played three Weddings in February and four in March, plus other great events too; the most memorable being when I played the 'England's Rose March Past' for General Sir Richard Dunnett at the Civic Chairman's dinner.
We are now working quickly through April, Easter is past. But the experiences of 2009 have made me treasure my family unit both immediate and extended. On Easter Saturday I was proud to take part in the Wedding celebrations of my former student Claire who married Mark; at a time when I have reflected greatly on many things, I AM proud that I am and have been a Piano teacher to so many wonderful students. She will return to her new life in Humberside and know true happiness.
The sun has peeped out occasionally as a warning that days of record temperatures, water shortages or dehydrated school children and all the other nonsense that usually gets trumped out annually for summer plus a Wimbledon fortnight is on its way. Me, now that my three girls are in the regular groove, I will entertain countless Wedding Guests, kiss numerous Brides, mothers and Bridesmaids
Monday, 29 December 2008
Well! Christmas is almost over after ALL the usual regular hype that precedes it. Usually that means a holiday away from it all for us, but this time Anne-Marie (my wife) is due to give birth to identical twins, so we are mentally and emotionally preparing for that right now. Physically, we are almost ready; the nursery is sorted and I am waiting for the builders to finish the new extension so I can get in and leave domesticity totally behind when i am 'working'.
Looking back on the festive season, I have for once, actually been heavily involved performance-wise with the build-up: 'the Christmas Party!' 'The Christmas Lunch.' With my Jazz trio, we have actually been busy with Christmas, as opposed to just doing events such as Weddings that I have been involved with. If you are reading this and you have seen me in action, I hope you enjoyed what you heard and saw!
The highlight has to be my solo concert appearance at Brockhall Church on Friday December 19th. The place was absolutely packed with people, they even removed the altar to get 20 odd more people in. It was a scream, we laughed, we sang and I knocked out a few tunes on the Steinway Grand, yes I was on a Steinway!! Look out for a return performance with the trio in April 2009, check out their website for details in the new year. Of course there were numerous corporate and private events for the season, and they too were very enjoyable - now I await the arrival of the cheques for payment!
Looking ahead, beyond the twins, if that is at all possible! I shall once again be at full throttle in my resident role at the Orangery at Whittlebury Park, (not Whittlebury Hall, that's the hotel!) many many times doing the Weddings. I have already met some great couples in preparation for next year and I am once again very excited to be part of the preparations of those special celebrations. But the Weddings will be also happening for me further afield too. cannot remember where exactly but I know there a few Wedding trips ahead for me and with the trio.
On the subject of Geography, people always assume that ALL my performing work is in Northampton and that of course is not the case. In the last twelve months, I have played as far up as Berwick-Upon-Tweed in the North East, Merthyr Tydfill in Wales, and down in Portsmouth. Seeing the whole country as it REALLY is, for me, is a great privilege as a jobbing pianist, and as a black Englishman because I am proud to say that I am welcomed warmly everywhere I go.
Some of you will know that as well as following by home-town team the Cobblers (that's Northampton Town to the rest of you), I enjoy my trips to the Riverside to see the 'Boro (Middlesbrough to the uninformed). I cannot think of a better part of the country to go to escape the intense demands of my musical existence. The people are just brilliant and I hope the boys up there start turning those sterling performances into points and make the whole country sit up and notice that great team in Teeside. I feel better for getting that off my chest (And before any of you fans of the fashionable teams start bleating, I have watched EVERYONE in the last 24 months and know that the 'Boro are the team for me). Despite the arrival of twins Mrs Noel assures me that I will still be permitted to see the boys play (and not just from my sofa!)
I have a coupe of days before the New Years Eve machine cranks up! I have got a HUGE Wedding to do in the afternoon then its off to the Boat at Stoke Bruerne for the PARTY with the trio for the 6th year running. Before that I was at the Royalist in market Harborough for 4 years running. Maybe with the new babies, I might just stay home next New Year's Eve, go to bed early and sleep through it...if I can get away with it.
Whatever YOU are doing, have a great time, and if you see me in action, do come and say 'Hi'. Watch out for the Website in the new year...At Last! We may even put some show reel on it too. Stay Very Safe!! God Bless!! Happy New Year!
Lincoln x
Looking back on the festive season, I have for once, actually been heavily involved performance-wise with the build-up: 'the Christmas Party!' 'The Christmas Lunch.' With my Jazz trio, we have actually been busy with Christmas, as opposed to just doing events such as Weddings that I have been involved with. If you are reading this and you have seen me in action, I hope you enjoyed what you heard and saw!
The highlight has to be my solo concert appearance at Brockhall Church on Friday December 19th. The place was absolutely packed with people, they even removed the altar to get 20 odd more people in. It was a scream, we laughed, we sang and I knocked out a few tunes on the Steinway Grand, yes I was on a Steinway!! Look out for a return performance with the trio in April 2009, check out their website for details in the new year. Of course there were numerous corporate and private events for the season, and they too were very enjoyable - now I await the arrival of the cheques for payment!
Looking ahead, beyond the twins, if that is at all possible! I shall once again be at full throttle in my resident role at the Orangery at Whittlebury Park, (not Whittlebury Hall, that's the hotel!) many many times doing the Weddings. I have already met some great couples in preparation for next year and I am once again very excited to be part of the preparations of those special celebrations. But the Weddings will be also happening for me further afield too. cannot remember where exactly but I know there a few Wedding trips ahead for me and with the trio.
On the subject of Geography, people always assume that ALL my performing work is in Northampton and that of course is not the case. In the last twelve months, I have played as far up as Berwick-Upon-Tweed in the North East, Merthyr Tydfill in Wales, and down in Portsmouth. Seeing the whole country as it REALLY is, for me, is a great privilege as a jobbing pianist, and as a black Englishman because I am proud to say that I am welcomed warmly everywhere I go.
Some of you will know that as well as following by home-town team the Cobblers (that's Northampton Town to the rest of you), I enjoy my trips to the Riverside to see the 'Boro (Middlesbrough to the uninformed). I cannot think of a better part of the country to go to escape the intense demands of my musical existence. The people are just brilliant and I hope the boys up there start turning those sterling performances into points and make the whole country sit up and notice that great team in Teeside. I feel better for getting that off my chest (And before any of you fans of the fashionable teams start bleating, I have watched EVERYONE in the last 24 months and know that the 'Boro are the team for me). Despite the arrival of twins Mrs Noel assures me that I will still be permitted to see the boys play (and not just from my sofa!)
I have a coupe of days before the New Years Eve machine cranks up! I have got a HUGE Wedding to do in the afternoon then its off to the Boat at Stoke Bruerne for the PARTY with the trio for the 6th year running. Before that I was at the Royalist in market Harborough for 4 years running. Maybe with the new babies, I might just stay home next New Year's Eve, go to bed early and sleep through it...if I can get away with it.
Whatever YOU are doing, have a great time, and if you see me in action, do come and say 'Hi'. Watch out for the Website in the new year...At Last! We may even put some show reel on it too. Stay Very Safe!! God Bless!! Happy New Year!
Lincoln x
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