In which, as the year comes to it's end, our friends and collaborators , look back and share their moments;
dear jeff
reflections of the year nearly past. personally, a deeply sad one lit up on occasion by small moments, kebabs on the kingsland road and watching 'the lives of others' and 'eastern promises' at the rio, standing in mist filled valleys on the wye and searching swims for merlin's chubs, falling under the spell of rachel unthank and the winterset, drinking pints of brains, pints of pride and trenchwater tea, reading laura barton writing about the chelsea hotel and hugh falkus' remembrances of the stolen years; the solidarity of the resistance and the enduring friendship of the richardsons; cats and dogs by open coal fires, seeking auction houses down empty lanes, sending and receiving letters from arcadia, going to kempton with parsley and luce, walking round spitalfields at dawn with the ghost of nicholas hawksmoor on your heels, catching mackerel on my wedding anniversary off hugh stoker's beach at seatown and standing in the doorway of the anchor whilst a shower passes with my wife of thirteen years.
partridge on the bird table
ja
