A quick note to any of you who might have been kind enough to come and support the band for our annual gig at the Bestival this year, only to find me looking a bit grey and wobbly, before leaving the stage and shuffled into my car, like a shaky old man.

To dispel any of the far more interesting rumours; no one was generous enough to spike me and I have never been one for having rock-star-hissy-fits and walking off stage.

However, a combination of flying round the planet, burning the proverbial candle at both ends lead to what I can best describe as a bit of a panic attack. I don’t really have a clear memory of the event. It seems I was having a beer in the sun with Danny Mason one minute and then I was on stage, and it suddenly seemed the most petrifying and alien thing in the world. In cold panic, I make a Steve McQueen bid for freedom over the barbed wire fence of paranoia and headed for the nearest dark corner. The next morning i had a pretty unusual flight to Texas in a similar state of mind and have spent most of the week sleeping between recording sessions.

Thanks for the emails and calls, I feel like I’ve broken my leg and had everyone sign it. Rested and back in good form, I’ll see you local sorts at the Boileroom in Guildford on the 29th September and the rest of the country on my solo tour December.