It's been a minute since I've turned any of the scribbles from my journal into something that's semi worthy of reading by the general populous. Lately I’ve been drowning in work, mostly dealing with truculent bastards on a daily basis and to say it’s emotionally taxing, would be a gross understatement. The self diagnosed seasonal depression hits hard this time of year too, it’s constantly cold and dark by 5pm leaving me feeling lonelier than Kunta Kinte at a klan rally. Nevertheless, with the advent of increased cyclists on the road and the chirping of birds in the trees, it can only mean one thing; spring has finally sprung and I couldn't be fucking happier. Since spring has sprung and the days are finally above zero more consistently, I thought I'd wipe the cobwebs off my biro and get back into the swing of things because in a few short weeks I’ll be scanning my first of many boarding passes for the year and heading outta town. Much like last year, this year is...
For Those About To Read (I Salute You). Just a bloke who likes cold beer, dirty dives, & loud Rock n' Roll.