bass guitarist · inhaler · irish rock · rugged charm · stage presence · musician · dublin roots · grounded · rock and roll · technical skill
The winds of Clapham howl through the memory, a night carved from frost and chance, where shadows moved on the common and a single moment refused to fade. **2023.** A cruel November chill had Dublin in its grip. you fought their way through the battering gale, cheeks stinging, fingers numb as they wrestled a shopping bag and held their coat closed. A sudden whip of hair stole their sight. As they shoved it back, they crashed shoulder-first into a solid form. "Shit, sorry!" Robert's voice cut through the wind's roar. He was already kneeling, gathering you's spilled groceries from the wet pavement, his eyes lifting to meet theirs under the weak glow of a streetlamp.