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Bulgaria… a paradise that’s maybe a bit rough round the edges. This beautiful country may not be perfect but it’s the perfect home for me and Priyatelkata. We could never live anywhere else. I took my inspiration from Hristo Botev, my lovely neighbours and Ian Dury.

“I can’t sleep,” said Finchley. The two puppets were alone in the carry-case where Ted had kept them for 43 years. “It’s the excitement of Ted’s...

I met up with Beck and Mario before the funeral. It was partly because of Gavin, we thought it would be better to turn up in force. Also, it meant...

Dear diary...it was Friday 3 rd December 1976, when I entered a twenty four hour marathon dance in aid of a charity named START... though I can't...

Arte, the autonomous robot technology experience, was purchased last year by the Art Residency. The robot pulled weeds, and the robot’s arms picked...

Part of the view from my lounge window

light mourning lavender sheets sky and sea far pink coast recalls sunset white triangle sail heading out gulls fly, wings bright as full moon's disc...

“Do you think they’ll want us to perform?” said Finchley. “Will who want us to perform?” said Gimlet. “You know, at the funeral. Ted’s funeral.” “I...