I spend a big proportion of my time pulling pints listening to people who could give Mike Tyson a run for his money in terms of chewing ears off, and befriending endearingly bat-shit- crazy-drinkers.
Music, and musical expression is my main Raison d'être, but real ale, brewing and listening to people's stories and jokes and insights when they are at their most inebriated and indecipherable are also pretty keen interests, so I'm hella happy doing what I do to pay the bills.
At the moment I'm buzzing off all of the following:
Trekking out into the countryside in the sun with cheap cans of cider like an overgrown 17 year old.
Crying at poetry slams like all real men do.
Swearing creatively (You cannot fathom the immensity of the fuck I do not give)
Owen Jones' articles
Local record labels like Sways & Gizeh
Logic pro 9, and
Strong IPAs, and pretending that beers over 6% are session ales that can be knocked back in quick succession.
Reminding myself of the fragility of life, and the beautiful natural world.