Sun Dried Sparrows

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Wednesday, 30 March 2016

Fear and A Field In England, part one

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I’m walking, alone.  It’s late afternoon and the sun is out, I’m dressed for winter but surprised at the warmth;  I have to undo the button...
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Friday, 25 March 2016

This wasn't supposed to happen

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Last year I was reminiscing fondly about my young punk days to some people I’d never met before who hadn't 'been there' the...
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Saturday, 19 March 2016

The lightning tree

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Some years ago I was studying part-time in Cambridge, which meant driving there once a week.  The 30 mile trip was along quite a dull route...
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Saturday, 12 March 2016

My bestest most favouritest songs ever ever - part 3

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I fucking loved the Godfathers.  There's no other way of saying it. If I had to describe them - I know I don't, but I will anyw...
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Sunday, 6 March 2016

Treetime

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Out walking today between the long line of trees that lead up to a manor house, I was struck by the beautiful shapes created by their previo...
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Sunday, 28 February 2016

My bestest most favouritest songs ever ever - part 2

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When I first started seriously getting into music, it was all about the present.   I was in the moment, living it - why even consider the pa...
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Wednesday, 24 February 2016

To love a dove

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Streptopelia decaocto The collared dove that perches outside the kitchen window waiting for me to feed it every morning has become m...
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Saturday, 13 February 2016

The farewell

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My friend's funeral was held on Thursday.  It was actually a rather wonderful and strangely uplifting event, in the way that these thing...
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