I’ve just hand washed, scotch guarded and vac-packed my festival boots. I won’t be needing them again because I’m just plain shit at festivals. If I haven’t garnered self discipline or worked out how to pace myself @ 40 yrs it’s time to admit I never will. I always enter these pristine, sprawling grasslands with … Continue reading

Last Night A DJ Saved My Life!

Look at this face, LOOK AT EEEET! Just as I was settling in for some tim tams in my jim jams I received word that young Sydney DJ Flume aka Harley Streten was playing @ The Clock Hotel. With moments to spare before doors opened I did a superman, phone box style wardrobe change and … Continue reading