Whilst I will forever remember 2016 as the year of anguish, born of hopless situations and painful finalies. 2017 began in Scotland, visiting a past from long ago.
Anyway with my mind like a fecking snow drift in the depth of winter. I returned to the Welsh Valley’s only to organize to leave the Ugly Kingdom as fast as possible. Beyond its inclement weather, Britain no longer feels like the country I was born to. Instead, I recognise only the shinning example of the ruthless hand of a merciless New World Order, and an aggravated harsh environment in which only the poor suffer.
Purchasing a one way plane ticket in an effort to jump into an abyss, to remove my neurosis. I arrived in Athens on the 20th January, to stay with one of my life’s greatest friends and spirited eight-year-old god-daughter. Marlene, actress, director and soul mate. Friends for twenty years; certainly, in the consideration of reincarnation, I have no doubt to the many lives we’ve shared.
Arriving somewhat dislocated, Athens embraced me. Living in Thissio, in the shadow of the Acropolis can bring a lot back into perspective. To consider this is the city that first shaped the entire philosophy behind our Western World and mind. Yet today, Athens stands as the beautiful but haunting, edgy example of the struggles now confronting us all...