Strange times afloat….

I am currently reviewing why (and indeed, if) I am a burner. It is not to go partying, dress up and take drugs, *huge fucking yawn*, although this is what seems to currently be en vogue in the UK burner scene.

If that was my aim, then I would be a raver. Which, my dears, is a lifestyle I deciseively and happily left behind, 8 long years ago, on Millennium eve. Ending up at a filthy warehouse party in Uxbridge with human shit on the floor and the New Year’s Day sunlight revealing the grey, haggard faces of those around me, I chose not to be involved in that any more.

I need to get back out to the desert and rediscover, perhaps get to some regionals. This is not good at all.