"Tough On The Inside Kid!"
As I type I couldn’t be further away from where I was last week so, above is a wee photo from our holiday in Ireland over Christmas. For those of you that study geography, I’m standing on Five Finger Strand in Donegal. You wouldn’t go swimming there, no way hose - the Atlantic would snap you in three and spit out the bits. As you can tell from the photo, it’s absolutely fucking baltic in Donegal at the moment. But the light is nice in the morning.
Weather like this reminds me of the first freezing Irish winter I spent in a cottage in 
Clonmany with Jamie and the other members of Cuckoo. It was that winter that the first Jetplane partnership was forged. We stayed in a cottage for five weeks, burning anything we could whilst we ‘rehearsed’ for the Heineken Rollercoaster tour in 2000. I remember Jamie and I went for a run up a mountain one morning - it was so cold that there was ice between my fingers. I kept shouting ‘tough on the inside kid, tough on the inside!’ - I was AwayIntoOne.com back then. But the crack was good.
That was the same winter Jamie set about cutting down trees for firewood in what could only be d
escribed as an Arthur Daley Coat - he definitely didn’t look the part but the mountain-man spirit was there. It was also the same winter that we started writing songs - the first one was a bit like the Beatles - I’ll try and post the files up on the site at some point.
We were run out of the village one night by the local lads who were afraid of what we might be up to in the cottage OR that we might steal their woman (there was only one). This is a true story - they ALSO tried to kill our then manager Tony by driving their car straight at him.
Glory days. Oh and the RSS feed is working now. I Worked It Out.
Wednesday, 3 January 2007