FIrst aid for ailing bumble bee: 1 drop honey, 3 drops water, mix and apply to paving just in front of the patient. You can just see his tongue between front and rear leg. This invariably revives them.
The girl behind the counter couldn’t give a toss that they only had Happy Shopper 120s tea bags when I wanted PG Tips. But I felt a lot better when I saw that not only did leading independent construction company, Willmott Dixon, care about my inconvenience but that they were actually sorry for it. That’s what makes Britain great.
I’ve waited all my life for this Pluto encounter – ever since my six year old hands wore the pages thin re-reading Timothy’s Space Book. It was that very encyclopaedia of ideas which burned away at me and ultimately inspired me to go and work in an office for thirty years.
And whatever happened to the market gardens and rows of lettuce on Mars the book foretold? The Thatcher years saw to that I suppose.
A few pics from recent open-mics. I won the inaugural Starkadder poetry slam on a rowdy night in Welshpool – despite some shoddy timekeeping. Prize of a “Brian” (green plastic snail) awarded by Aunt Ada Doom herself. If I look blurred in some of the pics it’s because the beer at Bistro 7 is very strong. One other picture is from Voicebox at UnDegUn in Wrexham. Great night.
“The Paradox of Order is a research based project that explores the notion of why we seek order in the world. One manifestation of the research involves creating “Museums” of objects (and in some cases sounds and/or memories) found/from/about a place, collected, prepared and installed over a set period of time, in as public a place as possible. The local community is encouraged to lend objects and share the story/history of the object, identifying its significance as part of the collection.”
In all, I spent six days there receiving objects from the public, or if that turned quiet, going out and acquiring stuff ourselves. And if something fired my imagination, I wrote a poem about it… Twelve poems in all. Many about ridiculous mundane objects like a plastic chip fork. I felt it my duty to breathe life into these throwaway items.
As an addition to the whole enterprise, Ash Roberts, one of the collaborators, posted 3 of my poems on ebay along with the collected items. All now have new homes.
Fellow collaborators were at the Little Museum of Ludlow were : Daisy Rickards, Kate Morgan-Clare, Catherine Wynne-Paton, Jean Atkin, Vivian Barraclough, Ash Roberts.
And what an inspiring bunch they are.
A field outing to rural Herefordshire. A walk from Fownhope up to Joans Hill Farm, Plantlife’s perfectly unimproved hay meadow reserve. A true delight for wildflower lovers. Passing through acres of camomile interplanted with lupins along the way and some gorgeous 25KvA power line poles. And guess the butterfly you lepido types ?? All rounded off with lashings of Hereford Pale Ale.
After Herefordshire, we drove on into north Borsetshire. Here, a couple of miles west of Felpersham, we came to the confluence of the rivers Am and Wye. And a nice pint of Shires in the Darrington Batsman Inn to round off a perfect day.