STRAMASH

You decide in your manic mind you can do anything. TICK!

You decide you can leave a home, a job and live in a Skoda Citigo. TICK!

You realise the depth of your own commitments. TICK!

You kind of shite yourself. TICK!

Your body gives you one last crucial OUT and damages an ankle, and later further fucks it so you can barely walk but still do it? TICK!

If you read to here thats essentially why i’ve not updated things. I’m also not so vacuous as to imagine people wake up and instantly click here to see how i’m doing. But if life leads you to be a nosey bastard. I’m alright.

What a journey. 5000 miles or more. I’ve driven over and around the Alps, The Carpathian Mountains into the Balkans and traced the Danube River between Serbia and Romanian into Austria to it’s source in Germany. I’ve performed in bars, cafes, carparks, theatres and an Irish Pub.

For now i’ll say this…travel more and remember you only get one life…