I’ve come over all British today. Not in a Union Jack, UKIP, curry and chips, Austin Healey, bicycle clips, knotted handkerchief, pint of mild, how's yer farver, Hawker Hurricane, any old iron, Bobby Moore sort of way. But musically. Again, not in a George Formby, Anne Shelton, Jess Conrad, Helen Shapiro, Frankie Vaughn, Wee Willie Harris, Don Lang & His Frantic Five way either. Rather in a Frederick Delius, George Butterworth, Vaughan Williams kind of way. So that’s who I’ll be taking to the studio for a spot of accompaniment.
