Some strange guy turned up at my mum's 60th birthday party and started offering my niece cigarettes.
OK, it was me, and they aren't real cigarettes.
The theme was 'what you wanted to be when you grew up' and I wanted to be a policeman. Since it was the early eighties at the time, that would have meant an afro, tash, and frilly shirt.
Maya went as an astronaut. Difficult to say which of us failed more spectacularly to achieve our dreams- I like to think my work incorporates an element of policeman-style danger, whereas Maya's has very little indeed to do with space travel.



Here we are with our one year old daughter, Lily, who went as a fairy, and my sister who apparently wanted to be a tennis player.

See how happy we look...

NEVER WORK WITH YOUR WIFE
One should under normal circumstances never work with one's wife. However, Maya and I have stared logic in the face and played together on many occasions. Actually, it works very well, and we annoy each other suprisingly little when we rehearse.
For this concert in Beaminster last week, we were joined by Maya's sister, Sara, who is a fabulous pianist.