For about twenty years, I have been playing with myself in the spare bedroom. That's the inevitable, masturbatory-reference-strewn intro over, and one few bedroom producers can escape from. But that's what I have always been, and will continue to be probably for the rest of my life - a knob-twiddling, noise-making producer of music made, … Continue reading Default Rock Star
In search of cocktails, we headed for what was apparently quite a trendy night spot in Northampton. I can't quite remember the name, but I don't think my tie is fat enough nor my job title ambiguous enough to be qualified to even say it. Plus, I don't call my wife 'babe', drink MochaChoccaLatteFuckingTastelessMilkyFroth, nor do … Continue reading I’ll have a coke, please
People often 'look at you funny' as they drive past, wondering why on earth two grown adults and a dog are walking - seemingly intentionally - along a country road. Little do they know that every road leads to a pub, and arriving via nothing other than your own two legs (and four little ones) … Continue reading
Building-induced, industrial semi-squat living.
Snow. Silent falling weather. Muddy and crisp under foot, along an often-trodden path. A day away from the grind worth taking.
Not so long ago, I purchased Apple's third generation iPad. Although, it wasn't called that. It was just called 'The New iPad'. The public, being the public (i.e. stupid) referred to it as the iPad 3. Technically, this was wrong and, had Mr Jobs been alive, he'd no doubt have grabbed a mic, booked Wembley … Continue reading You’re skating on thin ice, Apple
I now wear glasses. Not a full time occupation, but one that finally gives me the opportunity to wear an accessory which can be used to elicit an air of intellectual appreciation from those who suddenly take note of my lens tilting retorts.