“How many roads must A man walk down, Before you call him a man? How many seas must a white dove sail, Before she sleeps in the sand? How many times must the cannon balls […]
Category: Hindsight
Lessons From The Road – Prologue
(Earlier) In Suburbia The sun had dipped many hours earlier. The quiet spot in the suburbs was remarkably quiet on any given evening. There’s a quiet street hidden in the atlas an hour north of […]
A Night At The Cirque
“The show started at 7:30!” Lulus words were strained through exhausted pipes and met with coughs all around as we boosted toward the grandly lit entrance of Royal Albert Hall. It was sometime after 7:30. […]
Road to Sziget – A Brief Prologue
“The highs and lows eventually culminated into a week of true detachment from the depressing reality of a cannibalistic world, and into the main vein of Neverland.”
A Return to Form
“Hindsight memories are much prettier, once you realise that life is supposed to be fleeting. Accepting that you’ll never be able to recreate the same nights, the same stupid naivety, the same loves or the same blind spark that led so many tales before..”
Minimum Wage Wanderer 