I think the groundhog mustn’t have seen his shadow this year because Spring seems to have come early to Berlin. This weekend was a blessing of blue skies and warm 15 degree sun and I soaked up every last bit. It has been so nice, but it ended on a bit of a sad note. I will come to that presently, but it started after a nice
Up until the closing months of this year I had been telling myself that this was my ‘Annus Horribilus’ (Latin for ‘The Bad Year’). I was focusing on all the things that were bad about it, and there were a few. I burnt my foot and was bed ridden, I had great ambitions to make a filthy swing trio that didn’t work out and broke up before it even started, I lost the love for the busking and nearly gave up, I felt my favourite seasons of Spring and Autumn were stolen from me and replaced by a tortur
As some of you may have seen, there was a video online showing me getting into a scuffle with some drunk angry man on the train. It has been taken down now but it felt so strange to watch it back. It’s a long story so I suppose I better take it from the start...
It’s always hard to shake Berlin out of the system when you first arrive home. I am so used to having a beer on the train and going for a drift and seeing where I end up. I had been doing a bit of busking in the day and since I h
When you get a blockage of words that get stuck in your pen or fingertips it's best to just spew out some memories and see where they lead. It's because I have started a few blogs and left them unfinished, and then there becomes a pile-up, so to speak. But I have phases really. Sometimes I love to write, sometimes I love to draw and I always love to make