The first time I went to a strip club consisted of a free drink, a camera crew, and the grim reaper. Documented below for evidential purposes.
Back in 2013 I made my first ever radio appearance – as part of a panel judging and selecting bands to win an opening slot at the summers One Beat Saturday festival. Where are they now, huh?
Due to the intoxicating condition known as teenage fandom, I made a stupidly early trek to the middle of nowhere, stood around in the snow for countless hours, and called it a “good time.” The results are like a completely unfulfilling ‘Where’s Wally?’