Not been on here anywhere near as much as I’d hoped to with a tour to promote but been struck down with a crippling bout of health anxiety I think what started me feeling weird was my Aunty Christine passing away. She was one of my favourite people in the whole world. When I was a kid my parents worked a lot on shifts. My Nanan was old and frail and Grandma lived in Workington and so we spent a lot of time at Aunty Christine’s. She was more like a Nanan than an Aunty tbh. She was simply magic. Crazy tales about a fictional wolf called Walter. A naughty sense of fun. Always making costumes and letting us watch films that me mum said were too old for us. And then there is the music. Her and Uncle Terry loved all the old classics. Their house was the party house but they also loved the proper tunes. Elvis and especially Patsy Cline are always going to be synonymous with their red brick house on the Springvale estate at Upperthorpe. Later when me and me Dad used to clash and I’d leave home in a temper every other weekend , it’d be Aunty Christine’s that would be my sanctuary. She’d send me off to the Scarborough Arms with Uncle Terry to sink a gallon of Wards before sending me home again. But most of all it’s the love of football that she gifted us. Our dad wasn’t that arsed about footy. It was Aunty Christine who lived it deeply. She’d have played too if she’d have been a young un now. She was the lionesses biggest fan. For me a little light from my childhood has gone out and so I don’t think it’s a coincidence I feel a bit off balance right now Sleep tight Aunty Chris. Absolutely adored you ❤️