So Steve and I just got back from a weekend in Falmouth, Cornwall. The DeLoreans were playing at Nathan's Mum's 60th Birthday Party. It was a fantastic do and a great excuse to get all glammed up. Apart from a rather frighteningly large gig before Christmas I think this is the most I have ever prayed whilst performing with the band. I'd had a sore throat all day and then in the forth song my voice started to cut out! Suddenly my nightmare was becoming a reality: I was losing it only a little into our opening set. God must like party music because even though it was tough I got through by the skin of my teeth and everyone seemed to have a great time... Note to self, sing less more regularly... xc