Hiya Ralphie!!! How're ya doin???
I'm living in Heysham on the North West coast, and everything is good, thanks. I keep saying that I'm going to get back down to London for a few days and catch up with anyone who still remembers me, but never seem to get around to doing it.

The master tapes didn't survive. True story of Wearing Thingate is:
The album was released at Bracknell festival (year?). Someone from South Hill Park records listened to it, realised that the pressing was off-centre and immediately insisted that it was withdrawn from sale. The recording guys' plan was to get it re-pressed asap. But by the time they got around to doing anything, Consort were (very sadly)splitting up and it never happened. Bummer. Consort still had about a year of gigs left in the diary, including a highly lucrative month in Germany and as that was my only source of income I didn't want to waste them. So I approached Dave East and we set up Threadbare with Celia O'Neill and Norman Western with the sole purpose of working to clear those gigs. In the meantime, I asked SHP, which (again, very sadly) was under new management, if they'd lat us have the masters if they weren't going to use them. They would only do that if we played Bracknell Festival again for free. We agreed, although we weren't really ready and actually did a crap gig (unbelieveable, I know), Then the shysters told us that they'd already been destroyed, and not being able to take them to court we let it go. As far as I know we were all reasonably happy with the recording - a couple of niggles perhaps, but basically I was - but not many got out. I have a vinyl copy somewhere and am happy to lend it to you. How can I give you my e-mail address? Sheila Miller has it, if you have hers?

Best.

Max.