Brighton
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Brighton to Lewes (the scenic route)
“I shall again be coming to Lewes. But I may come over the Downs next time.” Those words were written last November, after cycling the recommended, direct route from Brighton, which takes one grimly along the edge of the thundering A27. The Downs route is more indirect but much, much nicer. First one cycles along Read more
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Brighton Folk Choir live session on Mid Sussex Radio
Last night I went to Burgess Hill with the Brighton Folk Choir to sing a live session on Mid Sussex Radio. Burgess Hill is only ten minutes on the train but feels a generation away. The shops are largely gone – Amazon waits for no one – but it was good to see a board Read more
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(Fe)line after line is all I remember
Dexter was an old cat, already eligible for his senior catcard when my housemate took him in. This was reflected in his nickname: Old Man Trousers. I’ll remember OMT most in the front garden of the flat, either on or near the stepladder he used to gain entry to the living room. It would always Read more
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London Road, Brighton
I write from Hope. Specifically, the Bloom Cafe and Hope Centre. It’s a cafe space that doubles as a women’s refuge. When one buys a coffee one can also pay money down for another, so if anyone without the funds wants to pop in, they can do so without feeling judged or unwelcome. It’s one Read more
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This Machine Kills Wasps
In just under a month’s time, on 2nd February, This Machine Kills Wasps, a new, alternative music, comedy, and musical comedy night, will take place in Brighton, at the lovely Folklore Rooms. It‘s me. It’s my night. My first one in Brighton, a city where I own a bed, a bicycle, and between two and Read more
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Furious man in local newspaper
I’ve finally achieved my lifelong goal of looking angry in the local newspaper. Unfortunately I didn’t get to pose either with my armed folded or pointing at the thing that annoyed me, but perhaps that’s something to achieve before I’m fifty. I’m pretty happy with how I have been quoted, though it’s perhaps a shame Read more
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Brighton to Paris by rail and sail
I had forgotten Europe exists. Not because of some “Fog in Channel – Continent cut off” insularity, or because I am a mud-encrusted 13th century peasant who has never been further than Bessie’s hillock. Let me explain. During the pandemic my world, as for many, because a lot smaller. My brain adapts easily – too Read more
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Crossing the Streams
In the 1984 docu-drama Ghostbusters, we were warned that crossing the streams could lead to catastrophe. The historic record shows things worked out fine in the end. In that spirit*, I’m sharing a couple of posts from instagram. I am still doing some videos about bad cycling and walking infrastructure, even though things are no Read more
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