An afternoon with The Charm Offensive.

At the 'orsebridge were we four, in the crow's nest practice room. Why not have a look at the illustrations. You will see the faces of A***, L** and M******. They, The Charm Offensive, have six songs and let me do anything I want, no matter how ordinary.

Diagram 1.

Those of keen peepers may spy a Stagecoach bus and part of Whitstable. And A***.

Figure B.


Two young men at whom to peer.

I have rough titles for a couple of songs bobbing about in the grubby smoothie of cracked gas atoms that I keep on a simmer below my scalp. Lyrics came but the battle between mic and instrument struck, leaving me limited frequencies on which to frolic, so the usual high-pitched, mock opera 'n' stepping patterns stained the air. I was happy with the sound and can't wait for the next practice.