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    Making Monsters

    by  • October 3, 2013 • 1 Comment

    Funny how things nag at you sometimes, isn’t it? How some ideas, initially little more than the flash of a fin above the surface of the conscious mind, gradually gain heft and end up looming ever larger. Other things stick to them, and soon you seem them everywhere you look. As, for example, Monsters....

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    Where the Wild Things are going

    by  • March 10, 2013 • 0 Comments

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    My good friends (and occasional employers) Festive Road, the Milton Keynes based Carnival company, have just finished playing host to the Carnival Network South East’s annual gala. In between cursing Powerpoint and a somewhat eccentric PA system (a role laughingly referred to as ‘Tech Support’), I was able to gather a few impressions… The...

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    The long way home

    by  • March 2, 2013 • 5 Comments


    No matter how high the pile of tetchy letters demanding money, or how unlikely it currently seems that I’ll be ever be able to come even close to satisfying them all, there are some things that need to be done regardless. Like shopping (carefully, and never when hungry – that way disaster looms) and...

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    More than bread and circuses

    by  • December 1, 2012 • 0 Comments


    I do really love a good street procession/festival, especially if it involves fire and/or fireworks. What I really want to do is join in – one of the reasons I run a street-band – but failing that I’ll very happily stand and watch. For hours and hours, if need be, in the freezing cold,...

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    Walking back to…

    by  • November 27, 2012 • 2 Comments


    It’s been raining steadily for days – so heavily that our well known pre-occupation with the weather has once again been elevated to the status of news, and no bulletin has been complete without flood-warnings. So it came as a pleasant surprise to see blue sky through the skylight this morning. (The skylight being...

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    Sunday on the watermeadows

    by  • November 5, 2012 • 0 Comments

    I was only going to get some cheese, as you do on a gray Sunday afternoon, when I was seized by a sudden desire for some green in my immediate field of view. You’d think, as Towcester is an old (i.e.. Roman and possibly older) market town, this might be in short supply apart from the...

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