I was talking about some spooky stuff with one of my band members and he told me of a story his father told him and it went like this.
In Fremantle there is an old building that used to be the asylum.
His father used to have to go and collect the rubble in his truck from demolishion works going...
I was 11 years old when my grandfarther died.
We went to his funeral in Hove Cemetery.
I shared a room with my twin brother at that time and later that night I was woken up by voices.
I listened for a bit and then leaned out to see my brother leaning out from his top bunk and talking through the...
When I was young we used to live in a 4 bedroom house in Moulsecoomb as we had a large family.
The house opposite was occupied by a family with the surname Smith.
The gran who lived there was old and we called her Granny Smith.
One Sunday afternoon I was watching The Big Match on TV when an...