₪ Songsmith & writer ₪ Last of the incurable romantics ₪ Ancient poet
₪ Interstellar messenger ₪ Vanilla latte addict
₪ Wall of Death rider*
"Golden days from the summers to come
Sailing round the sun
On a biscuit crumb called Earth"
- My Sci-Fi Lullaby
∾Little by little .. piece by piece .. beyond long forgotten labyrinthine corridors ..
Blue-John Benjamin And His Amateur Humans are assembling
The Red Telephone Boxes' Graveyard EP∾
"Make yourself at home, weary traveller. I suppose this is our modest little subterranean den. Apologies for the accumulation of leaf-litter, the general woodiness, and a distinctly earthy aroma which pervades what, if I'm being honest, was once a set abandoned by cyber-badgers. Such a property is not without its fair share of oddities, as I'm sure you can imagine. Stay as long as you like, though. You're always welcome here. Teacake?"
*Not really. Only in my dreams.