What a complex character is Tox Jamerson, our double bass player. A man of few words, and most of them monosyllabic. Not in the DRINK!, ARSE!, FECK!, GIRLS! style of Father Jack Hackett, but rather, a hastily mumbled "Nyet!", in answer to the question "Are you learning Serbo-Croat rather than Russian these days?" Did I say monosyllabic? Surely not? To hear him ask for a 10 piece Bargain Bucket at the K.F.C. in St. Petersburg is pure poetry.

Let's let some pictures tell his story, just click on the thumbnail shots....

Here we come upon Tox, resting a while with a curious rock formation called "Samson's Stones". This is in an inaccessible part of the Lake District in England. There is no prize for guessing how or why it came by that name. Tox says he feels peaceful here.

BACK IN THE USSR! Tox Hits Town (Midnight in Moscow?) Our intrepid hero calls in at Red Square and almost meets the Red Army face to face. Wants to go back there soon....

Tox and friend. What a little cutie his hairy chum is. Just have a look at the glazed expression on it's face! Where do you think Tox's missing hand might be, boys and girls?

This is what the morning rush hour looks like from the shores of Codale Tarn. Who needs civilization? Think of this photo when you're in a jam on your way to work.

The Band on the Wall, Manchester, circa 1983. This sees our hero playing together with Dolman for the first time. The band was "The Lawnmower". Look at the sense of style, oh, and what's different about Tox? Can't quite put my finger on it. Apparently he taunted his father, who warned "Don't trigger me!". "Well I'll be a son on a gun!" replied Tox....

This was the day when Albert Lee almost joined Cat Scratch Fever. The place was the Tivoli Theatre; Wimborne, Dorset. This photo is a source of much pride to Tox's Uncle Tommy, also a Country Musician. Hasn't Albert got small feet?!

One of Tox's early Cat Scratch Fever poster designs. Can't think where he got the idea from, but I can tell you that Dolman's not happy with his depiction - he's not nearly that hairy...

HUNT THE PLECTRUM "Nah Mick", says Tox, "You want to watch it mate. Fame is as elusive as this small piece of plastic in the cut and thrust world of popular music".

HELVELLYN After the whirlwind of the previous few photos Tox thought you'd need your spiritual batteries recharged. Who could doubt the existence of God when there is peace like this in the world?

SPRINKLING TARN No words.