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I had a photoshoot with Tim Pritchard (www.talktotippers.com) for the cover of the Beat Up single.

Big thanks to Sheryl Watson for the make up work. Check out her site here.

 

Looking rough!

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Hello.

I feel somewhat compelled to write a blog. Partly out of guilt, partly out of counter insurgence (I learnt that term from Sky News).

I said some things over the last few days about the Isle of Wight, and took some flack for it. I grew up on the island, and for all it’s beauty, beaches and ‘old schoolness’, it’s a place that fills me with nothing but horrible memories.

A childhood spent getting abuse for being in a wheelchair, then abuse for having an outspoken father. So much to the point that my parents were told to remove me from a school because I was becoming a problem (smacking twats for calling me names). Yet these are the ‘ADULTS’ that I should be happy brushing shoulders with and smiling in the beautiful island scenery.

This looks like its turning into a me me me blog, and who gives a fuck about my opinion? Well, you’re on my website, so you must care a little.

I’ve spent my adult life writing songs. All full of anger and pain. It’s my release. It’s how a man with as much darkness in his soul as me, is still alive.

He’s being miserable to be cool! Trust me, being dark ain’t cool. Skinny brats that watch 90210, hate their parents (while letting Dad pay for their Uni tuition) and want to kill (be popular) themselves, aren’t cool. And I want nothing more than to smile…a lot.

But I don’t. I’m not a happy person, and I harbour fuck loads of anger. But that works for me. It made me an international beach soccer goalkeeper, and it makes me write meaningful songs.

For those of you that like my songs, I am iternally grateful. But please accept that every now and then, I will snap.

I had/have band mates. They take the plaudits for those songs, and rightly so, because without them, they would NEVER have been expressed in the way they were. But they go home to their wives, to their children, and to their happiness. I go home to the very bile, the very inner torment that CREATED those songs.

So don’t hate me when I outburst.

I apologise if I offend, because offending is never my goal, but I don’t apologise for being honest, because that, as humans, is the only freedom we have left.

The Isle of Wight, the Island I grew up on, is being murdered, and YOU the locals are doing NOTHING to stop it.

You accept a ferry company that charges £166 for a car to travel FOUR miles to go on holiday (KILLING THE TOURISM) and YOU elected an MP that stands vehemently AGAINST gay marriage.

YOU did that.

Again, I apologise for offence, but…

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