Florence.  Two days before New Years Eve, which is without a doubt the most overrated shit-show of a spectacle the world will ever know.  Or rather, not know.  You apply so much effort and pressure upon yourself to have the greatest night you’ve ever had, and you question why you’re walking home alone at 4 am crying …

You’re lucky.  I was going to use ‘Bah Humbug’ as a title.  My sister in her infinite wisdom has persuaded me not to be a Scrooge.  But indulge me in a short vent if you will. After the recent melodramatic female related events of the last few days (which I assure you I will regale …

Make exactly the same joke that has been cracked for centuries.  Honestly I’ve sickened myself with it, because here I reside, getting up to more mischief, and utilising the saying as an excuse.  Do the bar staff have a sweep stake on you for when you’re going to die?  Oh well – when in Rome.  24 Bloody …

About 4 hours up the road from Zagreb sits Venice, Italy.  I have never been to Italy.  How hard can it be to hitch a ride to this popular destination, leaving most of my stuff behind?  I packed my guitar, three-T-shirts, an undisclosed amount of underwear, a pair of jeans, a camera and some hair …