Okay. It’s Easter weekend. The weather’s nice. You can’t go out. No pub gardens or day trips or playgrounds or lunch out or even just a nice restorative 3-days in the pub.

So spend the weekend laughing at a picture of me in my first band aged 17 that my brother in law unearthed.

It’s about 1994, and the venue is (I think) the basement of Newcastle Arts Centre.

As you seemed to like that, here’s another. Rehearsals in my mum’s dining room. Others in the pic shall remain nameless.