SATIRE

Why I’m Really Leaving Mumford & Sons

The Truth from Winston Marshall

Photo by Matheus Ferrero on Unsplash

There’s nothing quite like being in a band. Coming up with a group of lads used to sleeping in vans and crashing out on hostel floors after all-nighter gigs full of piss and enough Guinness to have us fumigating the night. Often I wished I had a gas mask to sleep in to escape this hilarious self-torture. But…