I remember very clearly, the day my beloved grandpa showed me the photo of the school I would be going to. It looked like some kind of weird space factory. At the time we lived in South Devon in a village called Buckfastleigh. I was around 8 years old. My stepdad got a place at […]Read More A reyt good move….
By the time I was 15 I had binned school off and was floating about looking for my thing. My friends mum was a big peace activist and offered my friend and I the oppurtunity to go and stay at The Greenham Common Peace Camp just outside Newbury in Berkshire. It was actually quite a pivotal […]Read More Tinned pineapple and custard and cruise missiles