German Farmland

I was at a festival in Germany watching a highly rated screamo/post-hardcore band and we’d been drinking ‘turbo-port’ all day. Mid set, one of the guitarists threw down his instrument, quit the band and walked off. We spent the rest of the night walking through German agricultural land trying to locate him.


debut poetry zine

I am super nervous about doing this and it feels very self-indulgent but fuck it. I wanna publish a zine of my poetry and I can’t afford to do it cos I’m a student on disability benefits and have been declared unfit to work.

For the price of a pint you could help me achieve something I’ve wanted to do for years.

For 2 quid you get the zine incl. postage, for a fiver you get the zine, a letter/poetry written on my vintage typewriter and free entry to the launch party in Brighton. For 30 quid you get all of the above plus I’ll perform a set at yr party/event (UK only obvs unless yr gonna volunteer to pay my travel costs!) I read fast and loud, its punk.

Absolutely nothing expected but all donations hugely appreciated.