I forgot to add that Phil almost had a disasterous tour - I had a magnificant case of laryangitis when I met him at the airport. I could barely squeak & naturally the more I tried the worse I sounded. I lived on Fisherman's Friends for the next few days.

We spend the afternoon playing local CDs until I could hand him over to his hosts. Strangely enough at work the next day my colleagues thought I sounded bad, but I was heaps better & even joined in the choruses at the session that night, and the next night at the Dog. Yah to Fisherman's Friends.

sandra