Friday 11 August 2006

Another reluctant diary entry. But today was Katherine's funeral. I've been lying in the bath, listening to the Höökensemblen, and toasting Katherine with some very fine whisky from the cup that she bought me in Fife a few weeks ago, and that she never got the chance to present me with. It's been good to celebrate such a multi-faceted and purposeful life. But I can't help feeling profoundly sad for all the sounds I'll never hear, for the music and the friendship we might have made months and years down the line.

I will relate just one incident from today, because I'm sure Katherine would have been very amused to hear that for one day only, my keyboard roadie, helping me lug flight cases and gear in and out of my car, was Mark Padmore. He did sing as well of course.