Reassuringly if you live in the Fens, or discouragingly if you are a Fen tiger*
of old, I can bare witness to the fact that there really are groups of men
sitting and watching the water in our dykes. To the untrained eye, having
peered into one of the more meagre manmade ditches myself, I was [...]

England is a country of undoubted natural beauty, almost forgotten
and overshadowed by cinematic New Zealand and other readily filmed
countries. Such panoramic foreign delights may light up our faces at the
cinema but we must again turn our attention back to our own treasures.

If the lens of Peter Jackson were to grace our rolling hills and patchwork
fields, [...]

As nectarines trundle along conveyer belts above puddles of urine,
whilst miserable arms protrude from sodden pants squeezing and
tweaking their skins for ripeness…

The long body of a man again craned over a small stove
and peered into a heavy based pan as an egg bubbled and turned
a pale snot green…

Station Magazine releases its third issue and committed to print some
of my foolish Rumblings, stationmag.co.uk

As the hide of an animal could not escape the grasps of fashion
(unable to mount even the most pitiful sprint from fashion’s jaws), film was well and truly enveloped from its birth. As Louis Lumière released what is to
be [...]

Inspiring that a thief would return a gnome years after stealing it, due
to the growing guilt whilst tending their own newly acquired garden…

What a luxury to have grown up ignorant to the fact that the general
Jo outside your front door can’t actually play a piano! It is enviable that
Daniel Barenboim, maestro pianist, had such grand delusions…

It’s an exciting prospect that, due to the lack of vitamin D, young computer devotees are growing bowed legs. I am imagining that armies of twisted figures will soon have to congregate and put a roof on this world to restore equal rights…