Rockin' Rolls

Good bloke, my mate, Rolls. Biggest music fan I know, and really the inspiration for this blog. You see, one day, Rolls and I were strong-arming a couple of ambers, shooting the breeze (quite literally, I recall, as he'd just farted) when I had a revelation. I needed another beer and Rolls, a lemonade shandy. As I returned from the bar, shandies in hand (I wanted to see what all the fuss was about...no, really), I had another revelation. Rolls was going to get a blog dedicated to his love of tunes. Look, I know there are a squillion trillion blogs about music, but riddle me this, are any of them dedicated to my mate, Rolls? No. None. Until now.

So, Rolls, old son, here she is. She's not looking too flash at the minute, but give it time. This will be a space of big riffs, poor punctuation and less than funny humour. Couldn't ask for much more really.