I'm an old bastard. Far too old if truth be told. Getting no wiser as the years pass. I've written for Aural Pressure & Judas Kiss for far too many years. I've offended artists and labels from France, USA, Germany...and many others...with my reviews and the humour I like to throw in. Fuck everyone if they can't see the funny side of life. And...I swear. Too fucking much but that's the way I am every day. No bullshit. I say what I hear. A loose, fucked in the head, canon . God in his wisdom only knows why I've been invited to write for Heathen Harvest. Surely some mistake that Malahki will suddenly wake up to. 'Stick a photo of yourself in' he said so everyone can see you. Get to fuck is my reply. I'm an ugly fat twat. Who in their right mind wants to see a picture of that. Unless you're a sick bugger...and I'm damned if I'm going to cater for your tastes. You'll all hate me...but not as much as I hate myself.
