Lost my voice in Ireland on Saturday.  Been whispering ever since.  Contrary to what you might assume it was not due to tearing it up with the Guinness.  Some wierdio bug the shape of a barbwire hairball, but the size of a flea's imagination, got in here and wreaked it's senseless havoc.

Everything is on the return, but slowly, and croakily, and aided by lots of steam, and menthol, and that sorta stuff.  So, this bloggin thing is a refreshingly successful means of communication - and it doesn't include the usual punctuations of conversation at the moment... whisper, croak, almost imperceptively high pitched squeak, stupidly low rasp, deep breath etc etc on repeat.  Lets hope it's all mended by the 17th, or it might be amusing for all the wrong reasons.

Anyway, thanks for lending an ear to a fish out of water - voice out of whack, singer songwriter. 

All will be well
i