oh, what a let down.

Over a decade i have been indulging myself by playing bass in The Jimmy Cake, and herein is the accumulated word-noise from that time. Our sybaritic, self-indulgent, over-rated selves, shown up for the liggers we are. Our hearthurts, break ups, break downs, scraps and hangovers, all reveal us to be something we never thought we’d be: disappointing. But there it is chums. And yet, we’ll soldier own, because nothing tastes so sweet as that free, free booze.

8 years of laughs and rants and pure unbridled alcoholic glee. Please do feel free to read, and to judge.