Default Rock Star

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

I’ll have a coke, please

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.┬áPlus, I don't call my wife 'babe', drink MochaChoccaLatteFuckingTastelessMilkyFroth, nor do … Continue reading I’ll have a coke, please