THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT

Not for nothing are we a poet, not for nothing have we been burning our life like a candle at both ends.  ‘To her, to her – and there, I will put on a feast, a feast such as the world has never seen, to be remembered and talked about long after.  Amid wild shouts, mad gypsy singing and dancing, we will raise a cup and toast the new happiness of the woman we adore, and then – right there, at her feet, we will blow our brains out before her, and punish our life!

Dostoevsky/Karamazov