Everybody has at least a few skeletons in the cupboard. Mine tend to have microphones. Throughout the 80s I was pretty much obsessed with being in bands, probably because my brother was. He did have the minor advantage of being able to play an instrument, but the lack of this didn't stop me. Neither did the lack of any ear for pitch prevent me from attempting vocals. The very early stuff is best left undisclosed, but a few other bits are quite fun to chronicle, if just for the entertainment, blackmail or just general embarrassment of other involved parties - I'm immune by now. From 1985 to 1987, I was involved in various incarnations of a local Cambridge band, Fragile Skies. Their exploits are chronicled here. Afterwards, a loose association with Andrew Christy, dubbed The Eusa Show (from Russell Hoban's book, Riddley Walker) provided many plans but little fruition. Eventually it all fizzled out. Thankfully. The wonderful thing about the Internet is that nobody knows when you're being ironic (with the obvious exception of the USA, of course, where irony is listed as a munition and banned from import), but believe me I'm often thought of deleting all this...