Unsigned, Peeled, Bequivered. A Small Story Of A Local Band: Part 2.

The timing of The Drummer’s sacking and the recruitment of Moggy was what might be understatedly described as poor.  Ordinary at best.   We’d been working towards a date at the end of Hull university’s academic year when they had a festival planned.  Demos were being taken in by the organisers in order to establish…

Mormon Your Own Again. Or, Religions and Bums: Part 3.

When I click the ‘publish’ button on this website, it automatically sends a Tweet on, er, Twitter.  The last couple of posts here have ‘attracted’ a Jehovah’s Witness or two, apoplectic about my apparent misrepresentation of their joyless religion.  That I don’t have my facts straight, how I could have learned the truth had I…