During a messenger conversation with Gill Woodcock, after wishing her a happy birthday, I discovered that she was suffering from concussion; apparently a slammed boot was involved. Her recovery involved cold quiet dark rooms. I mentioned that it was a good thing that the small gift I was sending belatedly wasn’t a flaming drum kit. Nor for that matter steaming bongos.
Herb Miller lives in Rowlands Castle with his wife and two cats. He's been collecting SBs for nearly half his lifetime. If you ask him why he’ll say Simply Because. His favourites to date are the short but sweet, palindromic sub bus, the sulphurous brewmasters Googlewhack and of course, seriously bonkers, simply brilliant and silly B. He fully expects his short booklet to become a shortlisted bestseller.
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