where to camp?

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East Dean!
I took the kids there last summer and it was brilliant, a hidden valley in the heart of the South Downs, surrounded by beech forest. Gerronimo Rope Swings

Extremely Cheap. No loos

New House Farm East Dean Chichester West Sussex

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Those pesky ponies in the New Forest tho’
when i was about 5 my family went for a picnic there we were attacked by them, my sister was kicked by a stallion
she still has a lucky horseshoe hoofprint mark on her leg (some sorta stigmata!)
my mum whisked me and my younger sister away to safety, whilst my dad somehow hoiked the back seat out of the car and fought the stallion off, by this time the horse was rearing up like billyo. Hi Ho Silver!
Kemo Sabe Tonto
Dads are SuperHeros
Somehow amidst the meleƩ and kerfuffle my 2 year old brother was completely overlooked and stayed cheerfully playing on the picnic rug.

bash

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don’t bash the gnasher! He’s a hero!
I have a furry Gnasher badge with wobbly eyes amongst my desktop clutter collection of shells, marbles and feathers.
Actually he only has 1 eye as the other wobbled off.
It’s a proper members badge, which i ‘borrowed’ off Finn a year ago, he hasn’t noticed it’s missing

as well as Gnasher Dennis had a pet pig called… Rasher!

the bash st kids are the best tho’

books

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i have neglected to have my tuppeny haporth worth of opinion!

hmmm if he’s after an sas style macho ‘eagle eyes, fuzzy felt hair’ action man book i’d recommend ‘Into Thin Air’, by John Krakatoa.
it’s a real life story, by a bloke who was on the expedition, of people dying on Everest

Theres some poor project leader fellow, trapped just below the summit, on the radio, he gets patched through by the internet to have a last conversation with his wife
…gives me the goose bump heebee geebies
a story of hubris really, doesn’t matter how good a climber you are, if the mountain is going to get you, it will.

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this year tho’, i’ve been having a spate of reading books by Neil Jordan and recommending them to everybody!
‘Shade’ and ‘Sunrise with Seamonster’
he’s the irish film director who did ‘the company of wolves’ and ‘the crying game’
admittedly his characterisation is a bit patchy and plotwise the wheels come off the waggon, but i think he’s brilliant.
lyrical, written with great personal warmth and an exuberance of language, incredibly poetic
and he’s writing about places in Ireland i know quite well

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also

…… lauras uncles book sounds good too!
spare a thought for my scriptwriter brother, who lives in Salt Dean, he’s currently doing a Scott of the Antartic adaption, apparently Scotts last letters are ‘not inspiring’ at all, very little self awareness
Scott spends most of the time blaming people ‘we would have made it if we could have left the sick behind’.
The derr-brain doesn’t seem to consider that it was his fault they didn’t take any huskies! barking

My brov reckons they pretty much forced Captain Oates out into the snow ‘i’m going outside now, i may be sometime’.
The only other thing known of note about Oates is that before he left for antartica, he made a woman pregnant, she was 12… those Victorians, mind boggling.

Anyway my brother finds it tricky writing about Antartica in this heatwave.
I’ve suggested he sit in the bath surrounded by ice cubes, slurping a blueberry slush puppy, from there he can glimpse the white cliffs, if you squint they look like Iceberg glaciers!
and my nephew johnny is only 2, so he waddles about in convincing penguin fashion!

babbies

oh my giddy aunt

Jenny had a baby boy on Saturday night
which is brilliant news!

anyone heard from Elly?

I bumped into Sarah down along the sea front at lunch, so far she’s coping well with her 2 nippers

all together now….. aaaah

heres ellys beautiful baby bella

available for photoshoots? … don’t think so!

What was your first gig?


…mine was 78/79 Rose Royce at the Cornwall Colliseum in St Austel
my sisters very kindly took me
a Disco Funk, slushy ballards band. They were just fantastic.
we sang along to all the classics ‘Love don’t live here anymore’, oh and ‘Car Wash’!

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Dozza… I saw Chumbawumba a couple of times in the late 80’s early nineties, they were such zealots, possibly the least likely band ever to have a hit record.
saw them once in Prague, they played in u Zoufastou (or somfink, the name meant club despair), which was in a basement, cellar firetrap place just of the old town sq, a big pistachio mozart baroque building up top… and a punk club below.

It was an odd place, every time you went back it was twice the size as they’d found knocked down a couple of cellar walls and found a few extra rooms

when i turned up the place was rammed with hundreds of young polish punks.
quirkily Chumbawumba were big in Krakow!
What was her name, alice nutter? came out dressed as a nun and the whole place went bonkers
afterwards half the punks came back to stay, i know it’s a terrible thing to say, but they were so sweet, polite and smiley.
i was tempted to give them lessons in sneering. gurcha.

we had a huge loft, 50 or so of them could kip up there, i suspect some of themn are still up there, like Japanese Prisoners of war, you know, in the jungle on small melanesian islands??!

goth racket

the sisters of mercy as a counterbalance to Eddie VH from the other day

when i was young i went to see the sisters of mercy in concert, they were gawdawful blooming loud
being of sensitive, fey disposition i decided to protect my ears by putting pirces of loo roll in them.
it worked a treat, they sound much better slightly muffled
i could happily get on with pogoing about

next day tho’ i couldn’t hear a thing and had terrible ear ache, lumme must have been louder than i thought!
So off i went to the doctors. ‘i think i have a burst eardrum’
he shone a light in me lug hole, went ‘aha’ and fished out a piece of tissue paper.
embarrased