Just Go...

If I'm really lucky, both of my readers will remember a blog post from way back in June 2005 when I reported on a gig I went to at The Cornerhouse (aka The Parish). The support act was one David Ford, and I don't mind admitting that night changed my life.

I was going places alone, anything to avoid being at home in what was increasingly at that point a cold, loveless, calculating marriage. It was going to get worse before it got better, but suffice to say it was pretty awful.

Although I didn't say much about it at the time, I later described it as a gig "that had me spellbound and (does this sound odd?) optimistically heartbroken from start to finish." I do remember stuffing my fist in my mouth to stop me sobbing. Yes. It was that intense.

The reason I bring Fordie up is because of justgotohell.net - a kind of David Ford-based mini postsecret, where he invites people to post their confessions. They are, of course, good for the soul. And while you're at it, go there, download the free MP3 and watch the videos.

Welcome to my world.