Another print from the archives. All scanning done (for the best man speech, that is). This one of me 'n' Midge won't be included, as my brother is not a fan. So the next few days will see me editing and going through every shot of my brother in embarrassing fashion of course and putting them together in.... no particular order.

This shot was taken by a fellow fan after a solo gig in Telfords Warehouse in Chester back in a December month, 1997, I think. It was the 3rd time I'd seen him live and this time I made an effort, to wait backstage amongst others, with a vinyl copy of Answers To Nothing. He was more than happy to sign it and was even happier to see it still existed! Despite not having a lengthily chat (nervy meeting him in person for the first time), he came across as being a very pleasant and down to earth (short) bloke. The show was a  very inmate, social and funny one with just him, his acoustic guitar and Josh Phillips and his keyboard. With Telfords being rather small (the place is a favourite for Midge, apparently), there was a lot of banter amongst the crowd. One cheeky mouthy scouse woman shouted "I came all the way from Liverpool to see you!" (she was probably expecting an full-housed arena with huge stage lights, full band etc. This was Telford's Warehouse and for a tenner for fecks sake!). Between songs as he generally took the piss out of himself, Gareth Gates and other manufactured "pop-idol-shite". He described current pop tunes as music being put through a mince meat machine, with a rather subtle manly hand waving gesture in the air. This was greeted by a huge cheer, and the occasional groan from somebody who clearly liked Gareth Gates. Midge's response was "in a couple of years time he'll become Gareth Who?" Another cheer came, and a groan. He wasn't far off though was he? The usual classics were played, (hearing those electronica 80's songs like Vienna, One Small Day and Fade To Grey were refreshing to hear acoustically) plus some of his lesser known better songs and capped the encore off with a rather sombre acoustic version Do They Know It's Christmas. Mrs Tuttle thoroughly enjoyed the experience even though she isn't a fan.
Some things stick with us forever.
Awesome.