An Agreeable Day Out With The Bees

The Bees: Love In The Harbour (Virgin, 2007)

I went to the Isle Of Wight yesterday with The Bees. They were excellent fellows, Bee-man Paul even picked us up in Portsmouth - in his Lexus, no less - and drove us all the way to Ventnor. Which, I'm pleased to say, is about the nicest place on earth.

The picture above was taken while we had lunch - scampi, naturally - on the terrace of the very marvelous Spyglass Inn. We wore t-shirts and had to hide a bit from the sun. Yes in March. Amazing.



Later we went to their house which is up the hill from the bay. That's it above. It is pretty much every man's dream house. BBQ and football in the garden. Records, DVDs and exotic tobacco in the front room. Enormously well equipped recording studio in the basement. That's Warren Bee coming out of the door, but you can ignore the bloke on the phone to the right - that's not a Bee, that's their press officer, Coyne-O. He texted me later to tell me how he and the photographer had missed the last ferry. I assume this is because the band took them to this fantastic little pub called The Lobster (& Something) which is directly across the road from their gaff.

I, more sensibly, went home in time to catch not only the catamanran back to Portsmouth, but also the below. Bye bye Bees. Thank you for having me.