I hop off the London train at Midland station, say farewell to Charlie, and head home to Mum and Dad’s house at Sheffield Lane Top. I give them a brief summary of the weekend:…

Sunday morning. The Free Jazz Express, bound for London Saint Pancras, flams and rolls over the points as it leaves Sheffield Midland Station. I’m on board with band-mate Charlie, Charlie’s pal and fellow…

Lost my virginity and my band. Some weekend. Both events had been foreshadowed for a while, but to have experienced the ecstasy and the agony within twenty-four hours has left me both delighted and disappointed,…

Date night. I know Ava Greene from the office next door. We chanced upon (nay, jumped upon) each during a drunken session at The Limit Club a few weeks ago. It was the kind of…

“Killing Joke? It’ll be like United away at Millwall, Adrian Street versus Giant Haystacks, Jesus at Golgotha, we’ll get crucified!” Following DVA’s decent away performance at Bauhaus’ coven in the caverns under…

“We were strangers For way too long.” “Where will it end? Where will it end?” “Here are the young men The weight on their shoulders.” And here is a young man for whom the lyrics…