If you run a Search for the above titles there is a small amount of information (currently) about the new studio album, which is set for release in September / October. A few more song titles have also been added to my Message Board, which we can only presume to be as they will finally appear on the album.
Exciting times again.
Regret I have not been on here as often as I should lately, only to include urgent news of what is happening with Motorhead tour dates and, of course, the album. But there have been some personal health problems which don't seem to be worsening, but nevertheless the fan club has kept going and will continue to do so, and I am still looking at fanzines 97, 98, 99 and 100, which is due to be published in August 2014.
Great to hear that Philthy walked onstage at the Download Festival and took a bow with Lemmy, Phil and Mikkey.
It is strange how when something strikes you how many people break contact or ignore you, when in fact it is just the time when you need them. I mentioned this to my life-long friend, Eric. He said that it's probably like getting a divorce, people don't know what to say. Well, I've not been divorced, but he has, twice, but I can understand where he's coming from. But if someone asks me how I am, I will say "fine, thank you." I'm not the sort of person who gets tearful and moans on about the situation.
Lemmy Kilmister has been a wonderful influence on us all, and when I had to stop smoking and drinking for my heart op in 2006, which was not due to my abuse, but from a faulty valve inherited from my mother, Lem said, "Be careful, Al, if you give up things you've been doing for years, your body will react and bite you back." Now, I have always been mindful of this advice, and I am pretty sure that what the doctors are calling MS, (they can't diagnose it in fact, it's a mystery, but that's the closest 'label' they can give it), is actually my body biting me back, telling me it's missing my poisons. So with the knowledge of both my doctor and consultant, I started drinking a few draughts of my old friend Southern Comfort, and smoking a few cigarettes. Now, I am by no means cured, but I feel much more like the old me. The horrendous migraines I suffered have stopped, (were they caused by the lack of alcohol and nicotine?), and my family are happy that the old 'straight' monster has been banished, and the "Me" they always knew is back. So I am happier with life now, and although walking any distance is still not easy, I feel that I can cope better with my old friends pumping through my system again. Mad? Well, maybe, but if this is madness, then I don't want to be sane.
