Dear Chrissy Boy,

I think you are the best band ever, in the whole wide world. How do you get so good? How do you make a man fly in Baggy Trousers? Did an alien help you with his alien spaceship? Or is he magic?

From William (age 5)

dear William
we got good by practising as often as possible. He was on a wire, hanging from a crane. Don’t tell anyone, it’s a secret.
CB