Another week, another breakdown. Now, wait, that's too grim. Another week, another iteration of The Setlist. This time, as if it were a theme, we've got loads ...
Kenny Lemes is sitting six miles away from me (probably in a flat whose walls are covered in art, unlike mine which are covered in food stains) wearing a pair ...
We did it. (I tried to stop myself). We’ve made it to December--let’s just take a moment to bask in the glory of this achievement, shall we? Okay, done. Rememb...
