Rich

Looks like I've been beaten to it with the stage name and the album title. Damn.

You could always shorten it to Prestatyn Thatvan. Far snappier.

I've just realised that I am not bass-nerdy enough to be able to recognise all these pedals without zooming in to the names (the ones that are discernible, anyway), and even then I'm not sure what they do. Oh thank god

That wiring loom is beautiful.

BTW, I have decided that I am going to form a prog band, just so I can call our first album 'Cornucopia Of Flatulence'.

Whitby Waitrose checking in here Oh it'll be amazing, if he ever actually writes the feckin thing. I imagine the, ahem, somewhat less than infrequent trips to rehab keep damming up his creative juices, alas.

Apologies -- my mistake. All part and parcel of the cornucopia of forgetfulness, confusion and flatulence that is 'getting old', I fear. Yes, now that would be a fascinating read. And yes, that episode was bittersweet but very amusing... "Get that clown out of here, he doesn't even speak Portuguese!". Classic.

He really is a knob with a capital Nuh.

Au contraire, it is absolutely not a name I have invented. If you search BC you will find him cropping up all over the place. We've been talking about him for years. I tagged Skank because I believe he met the Gogglemeister once.

Good lord, is that Tony Goggle? He's been borderline reclusive for years. @skankdelvar, what do you reckon?

From the BBC: Megadeth have cancelled most of their upcoming tour as frontman Dave Mustaine undergoes treatment for throat cancer. Mustaine announced his diagnosis on the metal band's website, but said he was optimistic about his treatment plan. "It's clearly something to be respected and faced head on - but I've faced obstacles before," he said. "I'm working closely with my doctors, and we've mapped out a treatment plan which they feel has a 90% success rate. Treatment has already begun." Although the majority of Megadeth's tour dates have been cancelled, the recently-announced "Megacruise" will take place as scheduled in October "and the band will be a part of it in some form", Mustaine wrote. Billed as "five days and nights of heavy metal decadence and debauchery," the cruise is due to feature concerts, masterclasses and meet-and-greets with the band. Mustaine added that the group would continue to work on the follow-up to their Grammy-winning 2016 album Dystopia while he receives treatment. "I'm so thankful for my whole team - family, doctors, band members, trainers, and more," he said. "I'll keep everyone posted." Fans and fellow artists were quick to send messages wishing Mustaine the best. Anthrax's Scott Ian said: "Please join me in sending all of our most powerful positive mind bullets to my brother Dave. You got this my friend, you can beat it - like you beat me in arm-wrestling! Kick its donkey and get healthy!" "Prayers and positive vibes out to my friend. Cancer doesn't stand a chance fighting this guy!" added Mike Portnoy of Dream Theater and Sons of Apollo. "Tout le monde is with you, Dave," said Lacuna Coil frontwoman Cristina Scabbia. "We all love you and are with you." Mustaine's Megadeth bandmate David Ellefson wrote: "Praying for my friend Dave Mustaine for a full and speedy recovery!" The star's daughter, Electra, added: "I would do and give anything for this man. Dad, I love you so so much. You've taught me what love should look like, taught me reliability, perseverance, commitment... and mostly, strength. On days when you can't, I will give you mine." Mustaine formed Megadeth in 1983 after an acrimonious split with Metallica, where he was the original lead guitarist. The band were pioneers of what came to be known as "thrash metal", playing faster and louder than their contemporaries, with an emphasis on Mustaine's lightning-fast guitar skills. Their independently-released debut Killing Is My Business... And Business Is Good! won them a major recording contract with Capitol Records, who released the platinum-selling Peace Sells... But Who's Buying? in 1986. The band's early success was marred by Mustaine's drug addiction, culminating in an arrest for driving under the influence in 1990. After entering a rehabilitation programme and getting clean, Mustaine refocused his attention on the band, culminating in the release of 1992's Countdown to Extinction - the band's most commercially-successful album, and a sign that metal still had an audience in the midst of grunge. The album's title track also won an award from the Humane Society in 1993 for raising awareness for animal rights issues. However, the band nearly came to an end in 2002, when Mustaine fell asleep with his arm over the back of a chair - causing severe radial nerve damage. Doctors told him he might regain 80% of his movement back - but he'd never play guitar again. Undeterred, the star went through 18 months of painful therapy and got himself back on stage by 2004. Their last album, Dystopia, was released in 2016, and the title track earned the band their first-ever Grammy, for best metal performance. Earlier this year, Megadeth released the career retrospective Warheads on Foreheads, and were set to celebrate the 35th anniversary of Killing Is My Business... and Business Is Good! before Mustaine's cancer diagnosis. In his statement, the frontman vowed he would be "back on the road asap". https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/entertainment-arts-48674208

The two best compressors I've ever had were the one in my old Focusrite Trakmaster preamp, and the dual-band Trace one in the GP12SMX preamp.

Once In A Lifetime -- Talking Heads Love Action -- Human League (synth line, ooh controversial!)

'Ordering them in' is all fine and dandy, but personally I wouldn't want to get anywhere near pulling a £700 trigger without trying them out first. As Dan said above, it'd be well worth taking your amp to a shop or dealer or something where you can test things without obligation.

My mate managed to introduce an entire new drum kit into the house by simply ensuring it was the same colour as the old one.

Ooh bugger. hope it gets fully sorted soon and the antibios do their job. My wrist is going well ta, had a 2 hour ska rehearsal the other night which was mostly good, although octave riffs are still painful. I paid for it next day, mind

Is it any good for metal? Does it play like butter?

Hotel hobbies padding dawn's hollow corridors, Bell-boys checking out the hookers in the bar Slug-like fingers trace the star-spangled clouds of cocaine on the mirror, The short straw took its bow. The tell-tale tocking of the last cigarette, Marking time in the packet as the whisky sweat Lies like discarded armour on an unmade bed, And a familiar craving is crawling in his head And the only sign of life is the ticking of the pen, Introducing characters to memories like old friends Frantic as a cardiograph scratching out the lines, A fever of confession, a catalogue of crime In happy hour Do you cry in happy hour? Do you hide in happy hour? The pilgrimage to happy hour New shadows tugging at the corner of his eye, jostling for attention As the sunlight flares through a curtains tear, Shuffling its beams as if in nervous anticipation Of another day 'Hotel Hobbies', Marillion from the Clutching At Straws album, IMO their finest hour

On the National Express there's a jolly hostess selling crisps and tea She'll provide you with drinks and theatrical winks for a sky-high fee Mini-skirts were in style when she danced down the aisle back in '63 But it's hard to get by when your árse is the size of a small country

Your dad is a keeper

They shoot without shame, in the name of a piece of dirt For a change of accent, or the colour of your shirt Better the pride that resides in a citizen of the world, Than the pride that divides when a colourful rag is unfurled. 'Territories', Rush

Hey Jude has Paul McCartney audibly saying "Whoa! F**kin 'ell", after hitting a bum note. (2:56)

U ok Hun?

I definitely don't have them, alas.

Those are definitely two things to ask at the interview when inevitably asked "do you have any questions?". I am told that these days, an applicant can succeed or fail on the basis of what they say at this point -- saying "errm, not really no" is the kiss of death.