Thank you, Anders. Much appreciated!!

Wow, this has to be the most bizarre reworking of a song ever. They have changed an ode to youthful life on the fringes to a song about respecting the elderly. And, somehow, it works. It's still beautiful, in its own way.

As bassist of the group that were/are a vital part of my life, and as an esteemed author, I'd be honoured if you could check out my semi-autobiographical, coming-of-age novel, The Drowners. Spoiler alert, Suede's '94 gig at SFX hall has a chapter devoted to it. Feel free to dismiss this message.

Best of luck with the writing, Erin!

I took up running a year ago. The ideas used to flow when I walked, but never on a run. But, now, that I am used to it, the ideas are floating around my skull while my legs do their thing. I have the storyline for my next project almost all worked out. That little acorn is finally starting to grow.

Oh, man, I do this, also. It started as a way to shift my lazy, leave everything to the last minute, ass into gear. But, now, it's this crazy invented time-frame that has no bearing on reality. I swear, this is why my hair has turned grey. I didn't have a silver strand, until I started writing.