Just talked to Bernie Holland. Our lengthy conversation was an absolute gas, as we might have said in the vernacular of the 1970s when we last met. Loud and clear l’essence du Bernie surged through the wires, or perhaps fibre-optic cable. Though he may not be completely unchanged from the man I remember, Bernie never fell foul of the pressures that typically bedevil some of we other hyper-actives; the guy just never quits. His dreams and aspirations were arguably always of heroic proportions, and I don’t doubt are still brave as ever. We bantered about the possibility of reunion concerts at The Albert Hall, spoke more seriously about various web-related projects… as if any kind of human endeavour dare not include the Internet these days… and found a common desire to tackle some of the injustices committed on performers in the general area of ‘the arts’. However, with regard to the cost of long distance telephony we agreed to postpone discussing all things meta-physical. Just ‘Google’ him if the name’s not familiar; you’re in for a treat.