Web developer at @whiteoctober, music and film junkie, guitarist, photographer, major geek.
Festival warm-up party.
A day of sunshine, food, and music by the River Thames.
Bad ass bands seek discerning audience for gig in a dark cellar. No funky business. Interests must be diverse, no dominant parents or exes invited.
Oxford’s premier (and only) cult film club screens John Carpenter’s “They Live”.
The screen isn’t the best, and the view is sometimes obscured, but it’s a place for film nerds to gather, drink bee…
Amish men pooping in urinals. Varicose veined landladies demanding sexual favours for gas, food and lodging. Big Ern’s hair. And a rubber hand. Kingpin has it all!