Hi there.
Just a wee note to let you know that the Menzies Belford Hotel no longer exists. It has been taken over by Travelodge hotels.
So it's a sad farewell to the Granary Bar, a venue the band has been associated with over the last 12 yrs or so.

All the best
Dave.

Hey Everyone,

Latest photo's from the No. American Tour are posted. Hope you enjoy looking at them.

Best,
Linda

Well that’s another tour over!!
We had a great time and met a lot of old and new friends.
I would like to thank everyone who came along to see us and hope you enjoyed yourselves as much as we did.
There were a few long hauls for us and we spent too much time travelling the highways and not enough time in the places we visited but that’s always the way.
There are too many people to thank individually for their help and hospitality so take it as read we are all very grateful.
A special mention to George Copeland in Elliot Lake Ontario.
The neck of my guitar decided to break!! Luckily enough for me, George was providing the sound equipment for the show that night and since he had a music shop in town (NORTH CHANNEL MUSIC 122 Ontario Ave Elliot Lake Ontario) he insisted I pick a guitar and send it back to him once my own guitar had been repaired at no cost at all. A true gentleman. Thanks again George!!

“Paradimethylaminobenzaldehyde”
There was another memorable encounter, this time by email.
The true story behind “Paradimethylaminobenzaldehyde” when we recorded the song on our “Lochanside” C/D we credited it to “Isaac Asimov” as this was the only name we could find in association with the song. I was contacted by Jack Caroll who informed me of the following.
Isaac Asimov used to write a monthly science column for The Magazine
of Fantasy and Science Fiction. In the fall of 1963 one of his essays went
by the title "You, Too, Can Speak Gaelic." The way he told it, he had once
been a lab assistant, and had occasion to ask somebody for some
paradimethylaminobenzaldehyde. The guy told him he could sing that to the
tune of "The Irish Washerwoman", which he proceeded to do under his breath
while walking down the hall. Somebody else, hearing this, stopped dead, and
exclaimed, "Wow! You sing it in the original Gaelic!"
Reading that set me off. I wrote the rest of the song in a couple
of hours, and called it "The Chemist's Drinking Song."
Thank you for that Jack. It is one of our most requested numbers and I hope this small mention goes someway to give you the recognition you deserve.