On the eve of our joyous embarkment into the swirling depths of the Elbe I would like, in the style of Émile Zola, to pen a pretentious open letter to my band mates Colm, Ben, Louise, Kath & Lucille all of whom have variously been through thick and fuck all with me for the last 14 months.

Ta.

Sorry for being a rotter in rehearsals, for slagging off your music, for being abrasive and aggressive at every post practice pub meeting, for drinking too much and for not being able to put my sonic whims into words.

This is also a shout and a call to Claire and Milena who decided to jump ship early to benefit of their eternal dignity and forward thinking.

Ich liebe dich x 5 (+ 2)

Bentley

PS: you're all sacked . . . .