Journalistic instincts…

On our way out of earth­core, I did what I always do as a journo… I stopped to ask the ambos how the week­end had gone. I got the tan­tal­ising tidbit that they’d “lost one”. Dead? Not sure, they said. He was missing. Now, if I was still...

Tired monkey

Mmmm… won­der­ful weekend. Waay to tired to describe everything… suf­fice to say for now that music is still ambro­sia, 1200 micro­grams and Shape­shifter are insanely amaz­ing, I got an access all areas pass and spent some time hanging out with GMS and...

soul healing

There’s a magic in com­munity that’s hard to place. I’ve struggled against this word, com­munity, and its ‘us and them’ nature for a long time – my thesis was partly about that – but in the end, it’s the doing-in-common not the being-in-common that is...