Drivin'

America is fucked, political stalemate in Washington, the Democrats and Republicans holding talks in the Senate for the first time in weeks, public employees sent home and Simon Cowell, One Direction and Russell Brand on the T.V. But, worse than that, the Baileys are here, now you know you really are in trouble, for as long as I can remember I've been fascinated with American culture, from the music, predominately rare Black music, the cars and bikes, the fashion, ( especially the whole Hair-metal thing, no, not really, just the Levi's, Converse and cheesy Walmart t-shirts) but, seriously, it's all about the space, (going back to the American dream, one of my biggest disappointments were Hershey bars, I can remember seeing the adverts in comic books, the first time I tasted one? Fucking shite, America, what the fuck! That ain't chocolate! get yourselves wrapped around some Thorntons, proper choccy!) although,I am feeling peanut-butter ice cream, I'm a simple Derbyshire lad me, I live in the most land locked county in the country, a hundred miles east or west and I'm dipping a toe in the old briney , here in America? Huge, love it, driving here is a dream come true, (I know young Whitey will be pissing himself now, all those Aussie road trains, roo-bars with mashed kangaroo's rotting in the heat and red dirt,dust,covered roads and Mad Max road burning outlaws) cut me some slack people, I'm impressed with big engines, big truck's and big countries, I'm feeling getting lost, disappearing, being totally anonymous, road's, gas, space, gas, space, rhythm and blues, Mexican food, gas, (probably cause by too much Mexican food......)

Location:Duh, America