Is This Even On

"Is this even on?" The singer said gripping the microphone with his left hand, his right hand already strumming absent-mindedly away at his Rickenbacker twelve string. The microphone was hot, he tried to pull his hand free but couldn't. Time slowed down, he saw everything clearly, he tried to shout out for help, but his... Continue Reading →

I.D. & Me

I guess it all started when I bought the world’s worst iPhone. Well maybe not the worst, although it’d have a strong claim to the title if it wished. What I didn’t realise at the time was just how little memory it had. Phone memory not being something I’d really considered before. I use my... Continue Reading →

Jeff Buckley & Me

Thursday 1st September 1994, and the one week shy of twenty-two year old me is digging through the boxes of seven inches on the counter of the Covent Garden Rough Trade shop. More hanging around than picking over which Palace Brothers import to spend my hard earned on. I’m skint due to the fact that... Continue Reading →

Pernilla & Me 2

Our plan once we’d signed the register and the wedding photo’s were out of the way, was to hot foot it over to Glasgow and get on with our honeymoon. We’d booked into the same hotel (The Radisson), that we stayed at on our first ever visit to Glasgow back in October 2005. Romance huh,... Continue Reading →

Pernilla & Me

I can’t remember whose bright idea it was to get married in Scotland. Let alone where the plan for getting hitched on a little Scottish island came from. It could have been mine, then again it could have just’ve easily been Pernilla’s (my then bride to be). It was definitely one of us, unless of... Continue Reading →

Bowie & Me 3

Ashes to Ashes was the first time I recall connecting Bowie with anything. I was seven years old when it arrived and already knew and liked Space Oddity despite having no idea who actually sang it. Back then I never took much notice of who was behind the songs that escaped from the little radio... Continue Reading →

The Good Samaritan

I spotted him a mile off. Staggering along, doing his best to stay upright. By the time I catch up with him he’s slowly sliding along the boarded-up windows of what used to be Woolworths, but is now just another stop on the fly-poster’s route. “You alright there?” No reaction. “Hello. H e l l... Continue Reading →

I Am 9

I am nine years old and going to school in Laindon, despite the fact that I live in Pitsea. The big day has arrived. I can't remember exactly which one of them it was, it might have been Princess Margaret or possibly Anne, I'm fairly sure it wasn't The Queen. To be honest though it's... Continue Reading →

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