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Eric Idle live at The Royal Albert Hall
There’s a kind of person who loves Terry Pratchett. A hoopy frood who always knows where his towel is. They could be neurodivergent, or maybe not – it doesn’t matter. They respect Brian May, as an astronomer. They’ve dabbled in steam punk, know Alan Moore better than he knows himself, and could quote any scene… Read more
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The Magnetic Fields play 69 Love Songs at Brighton Dome
In the future, will there be nostalgia shows? Or will we run out of past to celebrate? Thoughts such as these always go through my mind when I battle myself over whether I want to see a band sing songs from back when bands could still have careers. You can’t see anyone as spectacularly weird… Read more
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The Threechurches take Shoreham
A lovely gig at a friendly open mic in Shoreham. The Welly is a pub that quite clearly plays a crucial role in the town’s music ecosystem – here you find local teens (underage, but allowed to play), wizened singer-songwriter hobos, and a backbone of regulars who add percussion, piano, and even flute to anyone… Read more
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An interview with comedian Camilla Borges
I did an interview with the excellent Camilla Borges in my Indie Brighton newsletter ahead of her show at Fringe this weekend. Reposting it here for posterity! Hi there! Who are you, and why are you coming to Brighton? Hello! I am Camilla, I am a comedian and clown bringing my show, Be Not Afraid!, to… Read more
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Brighton Folk Choir at the Toad Lickers Collective Folklore Exhibition, Newhaven
It was glorious to return to the world of folklore and strangeness, as the Brighton Folk Choir found ourselves in an artistic studio looming above the port of Newhaven. The only time I’d previously been here was to take the ferry to Dieppe, and my train today was full of French families readying themselves for… Read more
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A wander up Chanctonbury Ring
“Chanctonbury is a place where time slows” [1] The last time I made it up to Chanctonbury, the world was different. It was 2019, and I was walking the South Downs Way. I was lost, but not in a geographic sense, as it’s hard to lose one’s bearings when walking a giant ridge of chalk… Read more
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