It’s probably time to accept that our blogging career is over given the lack of updates around these parts. There’s a completely new web site coming soon, but in the meantime we’ll be wasting time over on Twitter – Come say hi!
It's the 100 Club. It's Chuck Berry. It's Chuck Berry at the 100 Club. Fuck! · 24 March 2008, 07:17 · File under: Going Doing
Some folks like water, some folks like wine, but I like... The Sonics at the Forum · 22 March 2008, 06:45 · File under: Going Distracting
The Cure at Wembley Arena · 22 March 2008, 01:28 · File under: Going Loving
Replicas · 16 March 2008, 07:22 · File under: Going
Six go mad in Switzerland · 17 September 2007, 06:23 · File under: Going
A passing stranger took this of us the night before the Second Life opening in Bern. We’re with Gavin Wade, David Henry Brown Jr., Barnaby Drabble and Gavin’s film-maker Andrea.
Wai-O-Tapu, New Zealand · 16 July 2007, 00:39 · File under: Going Loving
Back on the water · 22 March 2006, 08:11 · File under: Going Listening
Another Jim Reid gig confirmed…
Tuesday 18th April – Half Moon, Putney, London
That’s better!
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Take me back to dear old Blighty... · 20 February 2006, 00:29 · File under: Going
Just got back from a few days in Rome. We went over because we’re in a show that opened there last week, but it was also a really good excuse to see the city and catch up with old and new friends. There’s only a few places we’ve ever visited and immediately thought ‘we could live here’, but Rome was definitely one of them. A truly amazing city.
On land and in the sea · 9 February 2006, 07:49 · File under: Going Doing
A couple of weekends back we were in Whitstable for the opening of our Change My Life project at the Horsebridge Centre. The show opened on Saturday night and on Sunday after a B&B breafast we walked, with our friends Ian and Alison, from Whitstable to Herne Bay, with the wind against us all the way. It’s a good couple of hours walk, and just an amazing stretch of coast. An hour or so in and it was tea-break time. Nasty-but-welcome hot grey water. By this time I was already convinced that it’d be the most fantastic idea in the whole world to walk the full length of Britain’s coastline. In some ways, I still am.
