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I am at peace. I have been sung to, played with, directed, bound and blindfolded, seduced, bathed, embraced, fed, and hung upside down out of a first floor window. I am at peace.
This is what can be expected from an afternoon or evening spent at the BAC during the exciting and often challenging 'One on One' festival over the next week.
As there are a lot of 'real workers' in my band- the earliest we could all go to Glastonbury was Thursday; but as I am currently a 'non- real worker' for the summer, I started preparing for this festival about 2 weeks ago; so for once in my life I was prepared!! (Well at least I THOUGHT I was- more on this later!!)
Everybody has their own tailored comprehension of the word 'you' - be it all other people, or the notion of a significant other, present or not. We carry this idea of 'you' around with us, we put it into play in our everyday lives, in our relationships and in those intense dialogues we have with ourselves.
It was somewhat unwisely that I attended the Rebel Dining Society Absinthe special, 24 hours after having a wisdom tooth extracted and thus 24 hours since I had last eaten. After a delicious absinthe mojito, we were seated at the dining tables where yet more booze was provided- a knowledgeable host talking us through the proper absinthe/sugar/water ratio.So armed with our special absinthe spoons and fountains, we set to work.
Mr. Arden of Faversham is in trouble.
His wife Alice wants him dead.
His wife’s lover wants him dead.
So do Michael, Greene, Clarke, Black Will and Shakebag.
Come and see which, if any, succeed......
Photograph by Mini Mouse
Environmental activism has changed the game in the last year. The third Heathrow runway has been defeated, renewable technology is being encouraged as a trump over NIMBY planners, and a post-oil world is being serioulsy considered – albeit with a little help from BP’s careless drilling. The tedious anti-scientific rhetoric of climate deniers hasn’t drowned out the clamour from noisy climate campers and activists.
The mind is such a soft, vulnerable place. Despite having no tangible location, at times one can feel it's physical form acutely. Porous, sometimes spongey and very susceptible, a lair beyond the visible world, and yet endlessly affected by external landscapes.
