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#sundayafternoondrawing of two chaps refuelling a miniature railway engine at the 2022 Flamstead Scarecrow Festival

I have got lots of lovely pairs of earrings, which is a good thing. Even before the pandemic I was good at losing them- when tucking my hair...

No birds, apart from the occasional robin or blackbird, used to come into my back yard because it is so small and dark. The people over the ...

Saying sorry is a power struggle, isn't it? I mean the sincere apology, not the one that bats away responsibility. No matter how seeming...

It's quiet. No gigs, no excursions, no plans. Just peace, and a little melancholy. This is the perfect track for the afternoon.  

Next year I'm going to go dressed as an enormous crow, to see if I can scare the scarecrows. It was surreal to see a red kite hovering s...

With my dear Bristolian chums Charlie Tipper and the fabulous Karen, in London: www.wegottickets.com/event/536308

More to be confirmed and organised: ticket links to come. I'm getting rusty with lettering after such a lot of time out! N.B. the Middle...

So much has happened, and is happening: a blizzard of gigs, cancelled gigs, rebooked gigs... and of course, leaving my University job and ta...

 

 

 

 

While Pauline was playing, an earnest-looking man walked across the front between the audience and the stage, pushing a trolley with empty f...