For those of you that don’t know, I play guitar and sing in a band called Cassette Culture. We’re based out of Bristol in the UK and play fairly frequently in the local area.
One of my favourite bands is a band called the Wave Pictures.
The last few times they’ve come through Bristol we’ve been asked to support them. So once again I’m doing a bit of promo and got a little over excited and wrote my first meeting with the band in to a short story. Is it a fictionalised account? Well, as I think you’ll notice – it’s impossible to tell.
Here’s the full piece, with the promotional blurb too… obviously.
Samuel is an actor. He isn’t in films, but you may have seen him on CSI. Samuel is a grieving father, with three wonderful children. He’d accepted his limitations, resigning himself to a typecast: he was the father of the high-school football star that took the gateway drug, the father of the girl that hid her eating disorder.
This is a short story I wrote that gives a semi-fictionalised, but mostly real account of a stag weekend I found myself on in Belgium, one blisteringly cold March not so long ago… expect appalling language (come on, we’re all adults here), a little bit of drinking. But mostly sight-seeing and wine tasting. Yes, sight-seeing and wine tasting.