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Stanmer Park Apple Harvest Day and performing Future Folklore at The Court
I’m not sure I ever wrote up my performance of Future Folklore: Songs and Tales From Beyond The End Of The World, which I debuted at Once&Future Festival at The Yellow Book back in April. I ended up developing a bit of a mental block about it, I think. The show didn’t go badly, but Read more
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Stories of Migration
Note – this article originally appeared in the Morning Star newspaper The migration and refugee crisis will not end. Western-backed imperial wars, climate change, and internecine religious, ethnic and factional struggles rage on. Desperate humans will continue to try to reach the metropole, regardless how many fascist politicians we elect or off-shore processing centres we Read more
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Once&Future Fest: An Interview With Hattie Snooks
It’s sometimes slightly weird interviewing friends. But the more involved I get with the Brighton alternative scene this is inevitably going to happen from time to time. Hattie is a lovely person and her festival was a blast – arranged in super-quick time and bringing together an excellent gaggle of freaks, weirdos, and outsiders, all Read more
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Chapter 3: The Long Line
Podge was from a long line of private detectives. His mother was a private detective, and her mother before that, stretching back across the centuries, before the telegram, before newspapers, before monks and their chronicles. They didn’t do it for the glory, or the hope of some scrawled oblique reference in the annal of the Read more
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Chapter 2: The Crosstracks Inn
Mani’s bar didn’t make economic sense, like economics generally. She thought this to herself one rainy, needless Monday, while doing the books for the previous month’s takings. She’d done ok. The bar had done ok. On a tightrope between plenty and despair, the Crosstracks Inn was somewhere dead middle, trying not to look down. Mani Read more
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Chapter One: The City of Haven
From above, everything about the city of Haven looked as it should. A passing seagull would not have thought anything amiss, should it ever think beyond pastry theft. The trams arrived as expected, and left with an appropriate number of people on board. Bakeries lining the high street down to the sea eminated sweet smells Read more
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