Photographer, published poet, former party animal, body builder, grave robber
to the stars and renowned chainsaw juggler, Carl can often be spotted on his
Harley Davidson pretending to be in Terminator 2. He is also frequently seen in
the press pits of old London town, camera in hand, avoiding being hit by bottles
of wee and crippling his opposition with secret Kung Fu moves.
I’ve always found Highbury Garage (I’m still refusing to call it Relentless Garage) a rather sterile venue, but when the evening began with a male unicyclist, Count Adriano Fettuchini, stripping down to frilly knickers and (read more)