Dear Flashheart,

I remember the first time I saw you, sitting in my little box room at mum and dads, flicking through channels (well it didn’t take long back then) on my almost unwatchable black and white portable TV with twiddly knob….Calling Karl-Heinz to come from his room “you’ve got to see this”…we watched on in hysterics. Continue reading I’m a rider at the gates of dawn and I take no prisoners… →