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Saturday 29th December

STREET THEATRE: Watched an old oak frozen in the stance of it’s last dance like a Shinjuku grotesque from a Daido Moriyama photograph – street dancers staggering between traffic in black & white. Wandered around in the dark at 2:00am searching for… continue reading »

Friday 28th December

BLUE LEAVES IN THE RAIN: The blue oaks of Suffolk shower leaves on us as we hunch over steaming mugs – sweet hot chocolate at the end of a long walk. Mud n dogs, trees festooned with mistletoe, branches dressed… continue reading »

Thursday 27th December

DOWN THE OLE DOG N CAGE: In the silence before the household wakes, me & a dog in a cage respectfully don’t communicate. Sunrise, hidden though it is by thick cloud, casts milky light on us both. I catch it’s… continue reading »

Wednesday 26th December

IS THAT YOUR GRAT HE CHEWED?: Resisting all temptation he stepped back & watched beloved puddings disappear, enjoyed instead the happiness of revellers in paper crowns. The games of charades & cards, the laughter of reunited families from past years… continue reading »

Tuesday 25th December

PEAS ON EARTH: The banquet is set upon the table, all guests are gathered round, expectation on each face with radiant smiles beneath paper hats & joyous laughter the festival of exquisite culinary delights returns to town. The Radio plays… continue reading »

Monday 24th December

THE DAY IT STOPPED RAINING: The tribes of the north gather in the sarf baring gifts & smiles. Explosive conversations, unification questions, rooms flood with information, rhythms bouncing off the walls that few will see. Families re-united with hello hallelujahs… continue reading »

Sunday 23rd December

COUNTRY STYLE: The ceaseless rain falls onto fields, fields turn into sponges, empty into country lanes, roads become rivers, homes become islands, families stranded, a simple trip to the shops becomes impossible, neighbours become life savers, lifelines to essential supplies… continue reading »

Saturday 22nd December

CASTLES MADE OF SAND: This is for the courier who gave me the thumbs up, the gallery who sold another painting, the beautiful person who bought it & got the story behind the title. This is for the voice on… continue reading »

Friday 21st December

DAY TWO OF ANOTHER END OF THE WORLD: A north London taxi exposed it’s self to me discretely, dressed as a bumble bee, concealing it’s identity beneath a blue plastic mac, preserving it’s modesty A warehouse full of artists &… continue reading »

Thursday 20th December

THE END OF THE WORLD AGAIN: When rain sticks to you like suet & friends spend seven hours stationary in traffic jams & the day sucks light out of the ground daring you to smile, you know it’s time to… continue reading »