What’s this? A job? Don't mind if I do. And what do you do
once you finally find the hole in your pocket sewn up again? You put down your teacup,
elevate yourself from the crevice in your couch and head out until the threads begin to pull again.
Welcome to a recharged what-red-said. Adventuring around the
music and culture scene of London the only way I know how.
Naively.
