With the rent and drug bills piling, self loathing at an all time high - I pulled my head out the arse of everyday addiction .... like I had tried to do once, twice, I don't know how many fucking times before.
I picked up a guitar.... whilst rattling (literally) around the flat .... I heard it ... falling from the sky in the form of sweet melody and a scouse accent ...EH LA!!!... there was a decision to be made ... it was time to embark on a mission handed to me from the lord above (I think), to inform all the poor souls how you can be redeemed.
But who am i?
After scrapping my initial idea of a moniker "The Itchy Miracle", I just settled for me