the shed of electrofried

I crawl, as a ghost rising, low keen to a winter's day the wind rush A beach flax and sand cut razor-sharp to shells and lowing...

Dear Sheddists, can it be that cruel January has left us cold and huddled in the grip of an icy, fresh month?  It seems an age since my fi...

Do the riots all seem a long time ago?  I took these photos on the way to the station the day after the riots hit the Midlands.   I wa...

Howdie Sheddists, hope you've had a good week.  Tonight finds me hunkered down before the trusty Victrola with the volume turned past ...