A bizarre thing happened when I was watching the World Cup Final with my trusty pal, Patrick "Magpie" Moss. Just as the game finished and they were getting ready to hand the trophy to France, I received an email from the marketing manager of Frome Town FC asking if I'd like to go and play at the stadium some time pre-match?!
Two very bizarre factors:
1. The timing of it was just magical.
2. The mainstream footie folk think my style is suitable for their crowd.
So I jumped at the chance to promote the music whilst rallying our home town to have a Bloody Great New Season because the stories I've heard of how they were getting slaughtered again and again in previous seasons, are just terrible, and they even had to tolerate the fact that their own manager was betting that they'd lose at one point I believe!?
To be fair, we are playing in quite a high league apparently, and I totally salute those lads and they're incredible endurance and commitment to keep going. Very similar to the music industry in which you have to develop an Iron Spirit and Mind of Faith to keep following that star.
Back then it was hosted by Billy, Wayne, Shaun and Stephen who's refreshing banter (including "Wally of the Week") and interactive Facebook group, was a far-cry from the boring Saturday afternoon vibe I remembered from by youth, when the sport was on the telly!
Only Billy's left now left but I am pleased to report that Patrick Moss has jumped into position with his impressive knowledge on football and intolerance of limp excuses when challenging the coach about the month's gains and losses!
And so, I conclude, that in this often troubled and complex life, the world of sport, which encourages fitness, skill, wit, team-playing and values, is a very healthy way to escape from the oft' broken and dysfunctional political mess we have to tolerate, in my opinion (until they start drinking excessive amounts of lager of course.)