Category Archive: Memories

Jul 23

Day of Culture with Birdy and Jas, including Mark Rothko and Chris Ofili

The day started well with a smile from a little boy on the train up to London. He was just getting bored so his mum sat him on the table in front of her so he could see her face but instead he saw mine, I smiled and he beamed back. He kept doing it …

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May 02

The evanescent Howard Hodgkin at the National Portrait gallery and the man who walks his cat on a lead

Urgently needing a coffee having missed buying one on Brighton train station we dived into Cafe in the Crypt on Trafalgar Square, always worth remembering if you’re in the area. On to the exhibition.. I haven’t been to the National Portrait Gallery since Mario Testino was on some years ago. But Howard Hodgkin will draw …

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Apr 18

We’re on our way, we’re on our way

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I should confess from the start that I’m an Ipswich fan but having lived in Brighton for thirty years. I’m one of those rare footy fans that has two teams for a good reason and so I’m happy to support Brighton whenever they’re not playing Ipswich. Two years ago a friend of mine asked me …

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Mar 05

Paul Nash at Tate Britain

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This was a trip that nearly didn’t happen. My friend Millie and her son David were due to go but just the day before they realised they were too ill to travel. So in the morning I decided it was still necessary for me to go (seemed a shame to waste the tickets), however I …

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Dec 20

The sliding doors between a baked beans world and 1970’s pool

Like a scene from Reservoir Dogs we strolled up Lewes Road until we reached The Labour Club, cues in hand. The door opened and as we stepped forward we were transported back in time to the nineteen seventies. The women behind the counter monitoring the door. The corrider leading to the bar and then in …

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Dec 13

Lord 6fish and his earls defeat the old boys at Castle field

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The Field Sparrow awoke to see the dawn slowly rise in the east. He blinked and then began to sing to the sun. The sound of his singing rang across the field and found its way to Lord 6fish, standing on the edge of the field, soon to be a field of battle. Lord 6fish …

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Dec 06

WARNING!: Contains extreme, abusive language punctuated by Surreal avant garde writing!

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The hairdryer was having a pleasant dream, he’d been asleep for a couple of hours and he’d just got to the good bit. A tall leggy blonde was having a shower, she’d finished and after she’d dried herself down with a towel in front of him she reached out and grabbed hold of him. He …

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Nov 29

6fish battles a dementor for the second week in a row, whilst wanderers triumph! 6Fish and muscles fall off the edge of the earth!

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It wasn’t the ball rolling, life sucking dementor from last week but rather a different kind of dementor a “Sloth Dementor”. The Sloth Dementor needless to say plays veeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeery slowly, first looking then lining up then looking again then stepping back then looking then reaching for his beer and then looking again, he lines up …

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Nov 22

The Mile Oak Dementor

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It’s been a long night already, Mr Angry 2 is last up and he doesn’t know it yet but he’s about to play The Dementor. Break. The Dementor begins the process that defines him, sucking the life out of the game, out of Mr Angry 2 and the pub and its surroundings. Cover the pockets …

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Nov 09

Why I’ve joined the Green Party

I haven’t been a member of a party since the early nineteen eighties when I joined CND, I imagine about the same time as Caroline Lucas did. We were supporting the Greenham Common Women’s Peace Camp alongside other things but I was too much of an individual to stay a member and so quietly let …

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