Regular readers will, by now, be familiar with me uttering the phrase “Oh, I’m writing a book about the horror of being on tour with a band, do you know any famous musicians?” In fact, many of you were kind enough to help me out and suggest famous people, or even get stories from them, and I was incredibly grateful. The thing is, famous people generally don’t want to talk to me. They can’t be arsed. They have better things to do. I can’t blame them, really.

So instead, here’s an open appeal for anyone who has ever been in a band and had a nightmare travelling to a shit gig somewhere rubbish with a load of wankers and got paid nothing. I have put up a little form at

http://rhodri.biz/help

where any resentful musicians can fill in some ticky boxes to advise me of the kind of story they have; leave their name and email address at the bottom, click “submit”, and leave it up to me to get back to them. You don’t have to be famous. It’s better if you’re not. If you could spread the word on Myspace or your own journals, that would be much appreciated. That URL again:

http://rhodri.biz/help

My second shameless plea is on behalf of my lovely friend Rose, aka wardatyork, who is writing a book about shit, and needs somewhere quiet – i.e. not in London – to go for 4 months starting in June and write it. It could be UK, France, continental Europe… so she is looking for either a good rental agency or second house/cottage/flat-owning friend/acquaintance who might be willing to rent his/her place for 4 months. Hopefully no more than £500pcm. That is the end of this bulletin, which I imagine is a French word, and sounds great when I try and say it in a French voice.