It’s been a ridiculous few weeks for me at work, and outside of that I’ve been working on a new album which is due to be released in the next couple of weeks (check out my rubbish band PETROL BASTARD). I’ve also been wedding planning, gigging, visiting the fam up north, and I managed to nail my first experience of proper outdoor climbing. Holy shit I never realised it would involve having to choose between ramming my hands into wet crevices and spider webs, or taking painful falls to certain (not actual) death.
The good news throughout all of this is that alcohol hasn’t featured, and all is well with the world.
I’ve found 15 minutes to write this today as I’m sat in the waiting room at my garage, having a piece of plastic replaced after I bounced off a kerb and smashed the old one off. D’oh.
Proper blogging to return soon.
Peace out, bitches. Yo.