Category Archives: From the basement

I’ve written lots of things over the last few years, some I think are worth reading again. Search through the old boxes and see what’s down here.

Pretty snow.

Snow makes the most amazing sound underfoot. It crunches and groans under your footsteps. Snow makes everything look amazing, deadens all other sound, makes you catch your breath in wonder and when it goes everything looks sad and defeated at … Continue reading

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Tonight

Tonight I feel like I’m in a decompression chamber, the cusp of two worlds, the space inbetween the lines in my head. The transition between what has been and what will be. It’s strange to think that yesterday morning I … Continue reading

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A new year.

This new year passed me by, I was in the land of escape, the lovely Czech mountains, enjoying being back in Eastern Europe. We spurned new year in favour of bed and sleep. Liberating maybe, but the whole new year … Continue reading

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She’s done it.

Dammit. She’s gone and done it, I don’t of course mean dammit, I mean hoorah and other worthy things, and go and read this because it’s brillant and wonderful. Steffy B’s 31 songs. Now I’m in the agonising state of … Continue reading

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Christmas thoughts

It’s Christmas Eve. Christmas, a time when we get to be all excited because we remember that this stuff we believe in, attempt to live by and cling onto in the darkness is actually true. The living Maker of the … Continue reading

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