Zac Brydges

At 13 I had grown a full beard and fallen in love with the colour of flannel. Armed with my shockingly attractive beard and dapper looks, I set out to the big City. Desperate and destitute, I picked up the guitar. Before long, my axe shredding skills led me to the esteemed position of 'blogger'. I quickly became the city’s best, just below average music blogger