Chapter 30. This is the 21st Century (as predicted by Steve H)
After everything that 2020 has thrown at us, we've only gone and made it to Chapter 30 of The Corona Diaries.
To celebrate, Ant & I decided to abandon the traditional restrictions of the TCD regime (namely, cold stone sobriety and working to some sort of a plan) and go off-piste.
So with charged glasses, and a chanced upon article I wrote in December 1999 we bounded on, undaunted, into our first night-time recording session. I was to discover that in 1999 I had a mental age of 17. It hasn't progressed much since, to be honest...
Whatever you can say about TCD, there really is nothing 'quite' like it.
Thanks for getting us to 30, you crazy kids, it really is a thing of loveliness. Mildly sloshed loveliness on this occasion.