I grew up in North Wales in a wonky house on a hill with a fantastically unorthodox garden, it was awesome. I eat sporadically, keep in touch badly and impress myself rarely. I play clarinet, piano, bassoon, guitar, ukulele, slide whistle, accordion, bongos and harmonica, but my most favourite musical activity is singing really loudly so that I'm almost shouting when I'm alone. I'm either heading to fade into a wallflower or self-destruction; which is more appealing? I'm very unmotivated.. life is so beautifully distracting..
