Halfway to Paradise

A recent and unexpected run-in with a deadly infection lead to writing this in the days just after being discharged from hospital when everything still felt an absolute mess. The phenomena written about below—‘the flavour’—is a consequence of too much bacteria being in the stomach. No one at the hospital told me to expect it and likewise can be said for the known impact of the virus in question to a person’s state of mind. Combined with the previous week of surgeons looking at me doubtfully . . . The good news is it does eventually go, but for a while felt here to stay.  Continue reading

Dryadic: No Time Like The Present

No Time Like The Present opens with upbeat foot-tapper ‘The Hat’; a story of gigging here, there and everywhere told in a cheeky Ian Drury-esque vein; smiling through not simply the trials of life but more so the death sentence of using Ryanair and then laughing riotously about it all with new best friends for life who’ll only be so for the night of a show. Not only lyrically, the vibe is caught in the music too; a feel of looking out of a car window at a never before seen fields, tired and thinking of the previous night while heading down a new stretch of motorway equally energized about the potentially likewise one to come.

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