11 May 2017

Chapter 42 – Looking for the elusive ‘hit song’

If there was one thing I came to loathe about my experience with Sony it was the constant pressure to find the ‘hit song.’ My repertoire was building up slowly and while Muff loved a lot of the songs I was writing I still needed THE song that would launch me. Consequently the process of going into every session with the intention of leaving with...
16 February 2017

Chapter 41 – The strange of the day

So in the last chapter I confessed to being a bit of a pot head during this period. Smoking weed changes your mental state and I found it enabled me to withdraw from the reality of my situation a little. On paper I had it all going on; I was a young artist with the world at her fingertips but behind the...
18 November 2016

Chapter 40 – Pasty Dave and the pot head musicians.

Like many musicians, Andy and I liked a smoke. Yea we smoked fags, well roll ups to be exact but we also smoked quite a bit of weed (AKA Marijuana, Cannabis, hash, hashish, puff, pot etc). I wasn’t really planning on discussing this aspect of our life as it’s not really something I want my aunt Doris to read about, but...
03 November 2016

Chapter 39 – The truth about Mildred

  “Er Hi Mildred … is everything OK?” Mildred (if you’re just joining us, Mildred is the B&B owner who’s house we are staying at) is mad. Her nostrils are flaring, her face is red and the full force of her anger is directed at us. Something has happened in our absence and I won’t lie … I’m afraid. “YOU DON’T LIKE...
16 September 2016

Chapter 38 – Mildred and the litter tray

I can’t sleep in Mildred’s daughters freaky doll-infested room. I toss and turn, convinced the dolls are turning their freaky little heads as soon as I shut my eyes. I’ve been trying to ignore it, but I desperately need the loo so I gather my courage and venture out to find the bathroom. I open the bedroom door and step out...
01 September 2016

Chapter 37 – The cat lady and the dolls

So Andy and I had just spent the night on a (haunted) ship with coffin-style bunks and we were now standing in the doorway of what we hoped would be a regular B&B, but it is not. (To recap) We hear heavy footsteps approach the door, and we stiffen. The door swings open and a tall, broad, stern looking figure looms...
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