Take the pins our of the little dolly now, PLEASE!

We've all had enough. We promise we'll try to be good.

Just six days after the optimism of the post below, my dear old Mum died, leaving me an orphan. Another blow, rendering the poor old Macaw a bloodied mass of feathers spinning in the road again.

But we get back up. We must always get back up. The day Mum died we were due to play at The Back Room club in Lichfield. Obviously, that was cancelled, but we are working on setting up a return visit asap.

Just a week after Mum's funeral, we're on the road again this Thursday. Off to Shirley, this time.The full foursome so lucky Shirley folkies -enjoy that it's a bit of a collector's item at present! Mum would have wanted me to carry on. She loved the Parrot stuff-she reckoned we were a but naughty sometimes, but we made her laugh.