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Ordinarily being beaten to the punch on a piece of commentary would probably render me apathetic enough to let it go through to the keeper, however this one’s worth throwing in just because it crinkles my brain so much. At the beginning of the month some likeminded bold musical adventurers & I set forth to…
It’s not as often as I’d like that I get the chance to do a random quick dash out to Europe based on a wafer-thin premise, however Big Pete’s insistence that we go to an Iron Maiden gig provided just that impetus! Admittedly we could have gone to Twickenham, but they only had shite seats…
I’m a big fan of careering off on illogical adventures at relatively short notice, so when my housemate James asked me about a fortnight ago if I wanted to come to Reykjavik for a free Bjork gig I mightily hit the “YES” button with mahoosive portions of enthusiasm. The first thing to hit me about…