At this point (five days in?), some strange radiating hatred for the written word fills my body and I no longer wish to type, or be part of civilisation. Let’s descend into stygian depths and hit things with bone cudgels made from the thighs of our ancestors rather than pretend that todays academia is based on a modern-day version of Confuscian ideals.
I’m leaving Newcastle on the 18th of April, moving to London mid-May. Big gig at the head of steam on the 9th to say goodbye, otherwise I’m locked in my studio trying to put together an album. I haven’t left the house for reasons of fun for months.