the shed of electrofried

    'Marigolds, Margeritas and Music'. It's an intriguing title that conjures up images of drunken party revellers doing the was...

      the price of tomorrow  is strewn among the pricks and cups of today split, stretched and seeding  another passing year draped in the l...

We gathered in the park, all eight hundred of us, pushing wheelchairs and shepherding darting youngsters in an Autumn afternoon.  We ga...