October on, Octoberon.

'Octoberon' is the seventh studio album by the band Barclay James Harvest, and it was released on October 1st, 1976. In support of the album the band toured in the UK during October and November of that year. On October 17th, 1976 they played at The Pavilion in Hemel Hempstead and I was there. Barclay … Continue reading October on, Octoberon.

Radegast; a casual coexistence.

A few years ago, I wrote in a roundabout sort of way, as is my wont, about the time I went to the 2019 Marillion Weekend in Łódź. You can read about it, eventually, here: Marillion, not everybody’s cup of tea. "What’s this?" I hear you say, "A Marillion Weekend? Surely that's too much of … Continue reading Radegast; a casual coexistence.

The quest for good ESB. Part 2.

On a Quixotic quest to find out if Fuller's ESB had been marmalised by the recent-ish takeover of Fuller's brewery by Asahi Europe Ltd. who are a wholly owned subsidiary of Asahi Group Holdings who are a Japanese mega-corporation, I had travelled into London to a pub, The Dove in Hammersmith, that when visited back … Continue reading The quest for good ESB. Part 2.

The quest for good ESB. Part 1.

Real Ale, it's an emotive subject, for some people. I'm fond of a beer or two as anyone who regularly reads this blog will probably have discerned. One of my favourite beers is Fuller's Extra Special Bitter or ESB. Fuller's themselves describe it thus: Twice named World Champion Beer, Fuller’s ESB is one of the … Continue reading The quest for good ESB. Part 1.

A chapter with no gravitas.

An unfinished and by no means polished, chapter-excerpt from the short story I am trying to write which is set in the Culture universe of Iain M. Banks. I wrote hopefully about this back in 2019 when after a period of inactivity, I had seemed to have regained my muse. Then 2020 happened and I … Continue reading A chapter with no gravitas.

The Additive

Teenage poetry. This one has a date, 13th August 1977 which, the internet reliably informs me was a Saturday. The original title that I'd written down was 'The Ad,itive' but I thought that it looked a bit too, um… you know. I'd obviously been overdosing on telly adverts and thinking about Carol who I'd met … Continue reading The Additive