the beginning

It has occurred to me today on the bicycle that the name "boy brightlulb" has reached it's end.

What has been an amicable relationship thus far has produced many fine motifs and musical chairs. From jigs to jumbled noise experiments, counterpoint to counterintuition, fugues to fusspots, it has been a long but beautiful growing process.

But,

the world has become complex and complicated. What was whimsical and silly must now become EXTREMELY serious and overrated. I realised today that what began as "Stormboy" in 2003, moved through into adolescence as "boy Brightlulb" in 2005 to present, now has to become a MAN!!!

I'd like to ask that the media respects our mutual grieving processes in this difficult time.

Thank you for listening.



PS - I have no idea what this young man's name will be so please watch this space closely over the next month or so.

Russian Eagles Have Two Heads

There are mammoths ... huge woolly ones, flying over these hills of Northern Khovsgul. You'd want to be careful they don't do a huge woolly one on ya from the lofty heights. Perhaps when these bicycles have finally broken down and the oil has dried up in the last of the seas and the water has become steamed ... we'll have to relearn how to hunt the gazelles from the skies on the backs of these ruddy great galoots.

aren't they beautiful

I'm sure Georgia's on their mind

A northern country

here's some pictures that should explain why you should NOT follow suit and cycle around Mongolia ... unless you're a masochist ... Google told me I couldn't put up the pictures with the saddle sores.

spot the caption that goes with the image

a family who fed us ... fed us lots
a nice camp site

a camp site plagued by visitors

a burnt out riot scene in Ulaan Bataar

a broken down bus

a poser on a bicycle