Welcome to the world of a middle thirties, burnt out writer who has come to the recent conclusion that work for the sore fingered thinker doesn't grow on trees. From the depths of London, I come to you, where typing ribbons have desperately gone quickly out of fashion...
What will set forth from here on is anyone's guess. There will be musings, thoughts and enough laughter to while away the seconds whilst I have you in my company. As the author of a glittering aray of other fascinating blogs which have no public audience that I am aware of, I bring you; 'The Sound Suite Cocoon' (which holds no hidden meanings in it's title and generally sounds mildly interesting...)
What will appear is a star studded line up of music, television and film reviews from the era's that have touched the soul and gladdened the ears and eyes of anyone young enough to remember.
If you are looking for a step back in time to when music was played by guys in lip gloss, strumming musical instruments and TV consisted of canned laughter and Melvyn Hayes in drag, then pull up a steaming mug of your favourite tipple and stay for a while....
