The Record Store At The End Of Time

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An asteroid of sanity in universe of reality TV, neo fascist economics and Justin Bieber fans.

If you feel like throwing something at the TV – throw the TV out the window and read my new work ‘The record store at the end of time’ a humorous faux autobiography of a fading post punk rocker battling his fear of sexual irrelevance on a star studded journey from Boscombe Pier to the Asteroid Belt via Karl Marx, a 9/11 redux and an aborted futurist apocalypse.

It’s a mad read with a relevant social undercurrent – especially if the dumbing down of contemporary music and political culture makes you want to throw things at the TV. You can read some pages here and email me to order a hand made hard copy here.