…and is moving back to London. Don’t fret though, he’s not leaving Dirt. We think he just had enough of the strong aroma of manure, lack of culture and weird dialects…and that’s just in our office.
He likes to wake up to the sound of sparrows coughing, so he has packed his guitar and pinjata and will be returning to the nations capital.
We reckon he’ll be back down in the Spring though when the trails are running sweet again.