Mother Damnable's Nagging Tongue
It's the sort of place that I should love: a schmear of freaks, the art is gothic illustrative but on the right side of gaudy. Double kick drum metal adding a frantic air to the first sun-soaked...
April 11 2018
My Brother Was Hit By A Truck
My brother was hit by a truck. We don't know much more than that because all he remembers is being cut out of the tiny Suzuki Swift the crumple zones and airbags of which, not only saved his life,...
March 19 2018
Albion's End: Today's Rain/Tomorrow's Whiskey
My last blog post was used for a zine, I've been sent a few copies and it looks fucking rad. The guys over at chump have a zine and a mailing list where slices of hot spicy prose is sent direct to...
January 30 2018
Albion's End part Whatever
After its first week of serious rain to show us that it wasn't fucking about, September turned out to be a confusion month. In parts it was a parody of the ‘heatwave’ touted by the papers, bright...
September 30 2017
Not Even The Best Drummer In The Beatles - Gringo Star / Let's Talk Daggers / Happy Machine 28/2/17
There is a magic to gigs that I can never get over. You’re standing in a chilly, near empty basement that smell alarmingly of damp and rubber, then some people appear on stage, a crackle of energy...
March 06 2017
I Am A Jelly Doughnut: Clean Lines and Dirty Concrete
In an Irish pub at a German airport, it's god knows in the morning. Actually, it’s close to seven, because if there's one thing working nights has given me is a sensitivity to the sunrise, and I can...
February 28 2017
Death Valley Thrills In A Wet Thursday Room
It always happens right? You work a bunch, so much in fact your days off start to seem like the surface. Holding your breath buried under work, minutes feel like hours as you scrape and push...
February 09 2017
Since writing this last night I found out this is a topic that is oft discussed, I suppose the fact I hadn't read anything about it is an issue in itself - so I send you here LINK
A better article...
January 27 2017
Sitting On The Edge Of Dreams
No blog posts in a while, hell there's been no writing in a while. I have a tattoo on my arm that says “writers write” meaning unless I write or am in the process of writing I can’t call myself a...
January 20 2017
"A Burn Up With A Bird On My Bike Is What I Like" Brighton Burn Up '16
Hangovers are inevitable, but under the right circumstances not too hard to endure. Living next to a main road to the sea front where one of the biggest motorcycle “burn-ups” of the year are not the...
September 05 2016