Into the garbage chute, flyboy!

“How was London?”

I get the question a lot.

Fine…I’ll answer it. My first proper blog entry should address just that. Best to get it out of the way before I move on to happier subjects like Paris, metal festivals, and last minute decisions to go to Tokyo to see a concert.

Warning: if you don’t like occasional strong language, the spewing of bitter venom, or my spiteful diatribes then don’t bother reading.

So…I arrived in London… Continue reading