Having grown up in a small desert town, I find myself suffocated by the strange hazy blanket that descends upon London at night in place of the stars. It makes me cranky. If plants are solar powered then perhaps some people are star powered?
We’re going through a Liam Neeson phase right now. Sometimes we want him to be our father, sometimes our manager, or perhaps someday our drummer. I sort of see him as a cross between Neil Peart and John Bonham. This is him beating loads of people up for various reasons.