June 7, 2014 by a starbrook, a writer. It was under a blood moon. The wind had picked up along the shore, and whistled through the village. I was upstairs, looking down on the cobbles with my spying glass. Then I saw that man the one with a long white beard. His coat trailed upon the ground as he slumped along, dragging a sack behind him. And the sack seemed alive.

Here We Go, Here We Go, Here We Go! So, after all the hype and expectation, England are out of the World Cup at the hands of Germany. Why does the team fail to reproduce the football we see week in week out during the season? The last time the game was honest? Where do we go from here? There may be people inside football who are trying to improve things but you need to put things into context. With other young men facing injury and death in Afghanistan for.

The End Of A Very Short Era. Sunday, 21 February 2010. Alongside the hospital-themed high-tech trickery of the title track is a collection of beautiful whispering folk, blues and cabaret which, in this case, is no bad thing.

Music, musings and mutterings. I decided it was time for a clear out. It took a while but my physical world is now clear, time for the cyber world. I have a new blog. One for bits and bobs and one for more detailed entries. This blog has become too inconsistent in both quantity and quality. Time for a fresh start. My bits and bobs blog can be found here.

Wednesday, 1 July 2009. Tuesday, 11 November 2008. Middlemarch, by George Eliot. Fortunes and dash youthful hopes. Or it can save them. Another novel that students of literature are encouraged to read at a time in their lives when it would frustrate rather than delight,.

In which Marie begins her own adventure. You may have noticed that the zedders have not been out very much of late. No journey lasts forever, we have been having our own separate adventures which leave little time for visiting random locations. You may remember the lovely people at Urban Earth. Who caused me to walk across Manchester in the dark.

From Poetica by Robert Slimbach.

Blending, warping and creating a sonic smorgasbord then delicious and satisfyingly belching out moody influences sullenly tied together with a ribbon of originality.