ANOTHER SOFTWARE UPDATE?: This one stops my iTunes talking to my phone – useful (K)
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Wednesday 9th January
I’M MELTING: Lively Up Yourself, Babylon By Bus, hungry to go live. Locked in a small room for weeks learning how to do things that…
Read moreTuesday 8th January
ONE FOR DAVID: On principle I’m buying David Bowie’s new track. Space Oddity was up there with Lux Aeterna, Acid House & pirate radio when…
Read moreMonday 7th January
THE ROAD LESS GRAVELLED: The coffee hit the back of his throat, setting sparks behind the eyes. The he felt a growing guilt, it seemed…
Read moreSunday 6th January
WE ARE BRIGADOONED: As we wake in gentle blue light the moon grins at us on it’s side before a fog envelopes us, low hiss…
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THAT RAW FEELING: I’m, trying to write about a journey along the banks of a river, people we meet, their stories, animals, names, idiosyncratic car…
Read moreFriday 4th January
IN PASSING: Found another shrine by the side of the road, two small bunches of flowers. What’s the story? All these lives, all these memories,…
Read moreThursday 3rd January
THE YEAR OF THE DANCING STICKMAN: Through the gate & down the ash track into the forest. Past an old orchardĀ where we blew that…
Read moreWednesday 2nd January
EXITING THE DREAM HOLE: Shellshocked expressions imerge from bleary dream holes. The mocking light of a damp day offers chill hugs that cling to the…
Read moreTuesday 1st January
BEGINS WITH A SMILE: A four mile walk to the rhythm of rain, accompanied by naked dancing hedge rows. Heroic trees raise up on hind…
Read moreMonday 31st December
THANK YOU FOR THE DAZE TO COME: Sun sets on the city, the beacon of St Paul’s illuminates for revelling stumblers to navigate streets abandoned…
Read moreSunday 30th December
WHAT’S THAT NOISE?: Got this growing desire to hear new music that’s raw & rough & vibrant. Visceral, unpolished, songs, lyrics from the gut &…
Read moreSaturday 29th December
STREET THEATRE: Watched an old oak frozen in the stance of it’s last dance like a Shinjuku grotesque from a Daido Moriyama photograph – street…
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BLUE LEAVES IN THE RAIN: The blue oaks of Suffolk shower leaves on us as we hunch over steaming mugs – sweet hot chocolate at…
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DOWN THE OLE DOG N CAGE: In the silence before the household wakes, me & a dog in a cage respectfully don’t communicate. Sunrise, hidden…
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IS THAT YOUR GRAT HE CHEWED?: Resisting all temptation he stepped back & watched beloved puddings disappear, enjoyed instead the happiness of revellers in paper…
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PEAS ON EARTH: The banquet is set upon the table, all guests are gathered round, expectation on each face with radiant smiles beneath paper hats…
Read moreMonday 24th December
THE DAY IT STOPPED RAINING: The tribes of the north gather in the sarf baring gifts & smiles. Explosive conversations, unification questions, rooms flood with…
Read moreSunday 23rd December
COUNTRY STYLE: The ceaseless rain falls onto fields, fields turn into sponges, empty into country lanes, roads become rivers, homes become islands, families stranded, a…
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CASTLES MADE OF SAND: This is for the courier who gave me the thumbs up, the gallery who sold another painting, the beautiful person who…
Read moreFriday 21st December
DAY TWO OF ANOTHER END OF THE WORLD: A north London taxi exposed it’s self to me discretely, dressed as a bumble bee, concealing it’s…
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THE END OF THE WORLD AGAIN: When rain sticks to you like suet & friends spend seven hours stationary in traffic jams & the day…
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FOG FLOATING: The old Bata Shoe Factory slips out of a luminous fog like a rusting & abandoned ship free-floating mid Atlantic, threatening to topple…
Read moreTuesday 18th December
WHO STOLE THE STEPS?: A curious curve-ball day of phone call queues & changing plans that conspire to blow a fuse or inspire complaints. This…
Read moreMonday 17th December
DAMP, DARK, COLD & STARLESS: Perfect day for a train ride. Last Friday we drove from Barking Creek in Dagenham, to Coalhouse Fortress & the…
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YOU GOTT MOVE: A strong desire to pull on the walking boots & hit the road. The light is low & twisting. fields succulent, scattered…
Read moreSaturday 15th December
CHILDREN: Vulnerable, hope, Potential, future. Faith, joy. Trusting. Innocent. (K)
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DARK & COLD ETEC: Waiting for a cold damp train to a steaming cafe. Walk the streets, film, write, take photographs & hope somebody knows…
Read moreThursday 13th December
KEYS IN THE SONG OF LIFE: He owned a beautiful piano that made you calm to play. It sounded best at sundown, just as the…
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OUTSIDER ART: A ride in a dirty train from a sun soaked city where stark shadows dance naked above the heads of impassive shoppers. A…
Read moreTuesday 11th December
THIS BROKEN BENDY MAN: His texts came in at 1:00am, saying, ‘thank you’ & ‘goodbye’.They found him lying in a field, close to death, more…
Read moreMonday 10th December
LIGHT! LIGHT! LIGHT!: Rivulets of electric lights hang from trees along the roadside celebrating our journeys in the dark cold wet of a Sunday evening.…
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SCRIBBLESTCIKS & STARS : Walking in a crisp wind, the aroma of Autumn leaf mould, the succulence of mud beneath our boots. Birds describe quick…
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KNOCK-KNOCK: When fear & loathing come to call, sunrise hits the spot. Sleep steps back & mocks as we bump into furniture in the dark.…
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BLUE & A CHOCOLATE TREE: A late arrival for the diary, locked away with instruments of delight pulling songs to pieces, making music with a…
Read moreThursday 6th December
LIGHTWAVES: Ventured out to get painted blue. (K)
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BEFORE VENUS: Silent as a cotton wool stadium, shovelling snow at 6:00am, missing your light. Finding humour in sculptural forms of cartoon proportions, building a…
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VENUS: Venus waits for me before the dawn, where pink turns blue. All other stars run & hide, but Venus waits unflinching in her duty…
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TWICE A DAY: The Doctor said, “put this in your ear & squirt” I thought, “Looks like something I used to find in alleys” Twice…
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UP EAST: The East End streets were peaceful, wandering, taking photographs of shadows & discarded things, The exotic food stalls had been concealed in abandoned…
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