"So Eck, tell us about the flower on your arm." It's always a talking point, but to be honest I haven't yet been subjected to the torrent of abuse and ridicule I fully expected when I decided to have a strange,roughly drawn,seven petal daisy tatooed on my upper right arm in April 2007. I'd strongly considered the design back in 2001 but after Tim announced his departure from the band that December it felt pointless. I would have been as well having an image of the Titanic emlazoned on my back. In January of 2007, when a friend (you know who you are) informed me of the re-union there was two things on my mind. One, and most importantly, was getting tickets for a comeback gig, and the other? A trip to the tatooist with my six-year-forgotten design. And it was sore. Fucking sore.

So why a James fixation? Why a daisy addiction?

Here it is, finally on Egoiste, my story of April 2007.

Yes, you will see illegal driving, arguments with prostitutes, dangerous drug cocktails, steam-ruined hotel rooms, poorly planned drinking games, annoying train journeys, London on the cheap, and missed coaches. Oh, and a few gigs by this band I like. 

This is the special edition, which means it contains about 3% more text. Actually, all I added were a few more references to stress how big a thing it was for me to do (and it was big), and a few subtle (and not so subtle) bits that were originally intended as a joke to cheer me up one lunchtime.  Also, it leaves it open for a sequel.

I hope the formatting turned out alright.