Stop Me I've self-actualised.
→[More:] I'm playing music with someone called Vo Fletcher. I don't know what Vo is short for because, at this point in our musical relationship, that would be a rude question. He is the one musician who constantly pushes me to become better than I ought to be / would be on my own. I'm probably the luckiest fucker in Worcestershire, to be honest. Not least because I am, after all, a dirty Colonist who doesn't really belong here.
Please tell me not to chuck in my day job and play guitar with Vo. I have bills to pay. I have
responsibilities. I have the best wife and kids in the whole world [I have verifible data], and they need a daddy/partner who is present and accounted-for every day, not some wannabe aging muso whose playing a gig in Luton for £20 and driving home at 3 am.
Dissuade me. I'm sliding.