Hot 'n' Nasty (© Humble Pie)

I often find a dose of tequila and dancing my tits off to Hendrix, Zep and The Faces cures most ills. And so, after a particularly stressful week juggling photoshoots, I met the Blonde and Smiff to partake in our monthly worship of all things 70's down at Heavy Load. All gets a little vague, but found this in my Inbox today, so I know I had a good time. Note the attractive sweat patch. Quality.

Sunday involved a huge hangover and eating for England. And my living room resembled an episode of Take Hart, as I painted the backdrop for "The Truth About End Of The Road...". Clearly, I ain't no Rembrandt.