Movements in the World and in the Mind
It's been two weeks since parts of London seemed at war. Not necessary with the police, but with their own morality. One of my colleagues is from Tottenham and lives in Enfield and he said it broke his heart to see the neighbourhood of his youth as if it were a Baghdad suburb under siege.... Continue Reading →
The City of Cities is smoking, smouldering and burning. For a second night I fell a sleep to the soundtrack of police sirens speeding up and down the main road and hovering helicopters. The death of one man has ignited the Summer of Great Discontent. With the exception of skipping the occasional read light on... Continue Reading →
And then it turned August during the fastest three months in history, but when it comes to the speed of time it feels like I am repeating myself. I have moved house to a truly fabulous mansion in the no-woman's land of SW9 between The Womb, Sticksource, and The Hood. A dwelling a funky fairy... Continue Reading →
Dark Fairy Adventures 