When I was 16 years old, I burned my parent’s house down by accident.
I say “burned it down” but it was really only the vast building-site of open space that made up the top floor, plus the roof and window frames; and a bit on the ground floor where things collapsed and fell through. I lost everything I owned, Dad lost his magnificent Scottish eyebrows and I’ve never lit candles next to my bed again. What can I say, I was a teenage goth and The Forest just sounded better that way.
As punishment, I was made to join the Rural Read full story ›
Source: The Drum