Friday 3 October 2014

Hilton Beach - Tel Aviv

Tuesday 3 December 2013

Please Vote for Camden Music for Children!

Hello Everyone! The Camden Music Trust is busily raising money to support music in Camden, London and in particular subsidies for children whose parents cannot afford to pay for instrumental lessons. The Trust really needs a good website. An opportunity to win a website worth £10,000 has come up, but we need your help.

Please vote for Veronica’s entry on this website - the photo is of some of our young musicians with their instruments in the garden at Camden School for Girls and a copy is attached. If you could please spread the word and encourage your friends to vote, too, that would be great!

Thank you so much

Wednesday 21 March 2012


There he goes again,
Not thinking with his head,
The fire inside, his guide,
Fuels the hurt he hides instead.
On the run again, bitter black and grey
The silent moan at night,
It's downhill all the way

Sheets of cold damp darkness
Where her body once lay.
And as crisp as stars on high
His guilty thoughts do prey
On his mind again, like a heavy weight
Oh for a knife
To cut them all away

So far so good, not the falling
But what happens when you land.
And the peaceful sleep he keeps
Been brushed aside by the devil's hand
And from those shrouded hills, upon these streets to roam
To find her
And his one true home

Like a runaway
Riding on an empty train
But he still feels the same
As he did yesterday
That all the world's to blame

Thursday 22 December 2011

Death of Christopher Hitchens

A writer who sits alongside Orwell and Voltaire, of erudite wit; an awesome intellect with the power to change and galvanize minds with a phrase; a man of steadfast principle who would, with great heart, stand up for all that is good and honest and fair in the face of all mainstream opinion and danger; with a library of resources in his mind ready to take on, with vigour, even the most omniscient of tyrants and to point the finger at the most falsely regarded fraud. To read Hitchens is to read a literary leader, one who will so often be referred back to in my quotations; he has fallen at the only battle lost, the one which cruelly cut short his life.

Tuesday 12 April 2011

dead sea

dead sea by TheLostSociety
dead sea, a photo by TheLostSociety on Flickr.

That which has been is what will be, That which is done is what will be done, And there is nothing new under the sun. (Ecclesiastes)

Sunday 3 April 2011

the elements

Ravaged by love
Toxic and blue
White as the dove
With a golden hue

A force of the wind
As steady as the stone
With fire he is twinned
The sea as his home

Wednesday 30 March 2011


Balham Brooklyn in the rain
I don’t care its all the same
No one gonna bring me down
Weather, shadows, pound or crown.
Suddenly love comes your way
If you let it in to stay
The best things in your life are free
We can share them you and me

There is always hope
When you get home
For home is where the heart is
And hope is where you lay your head

Sunday morning, lazy day
Roasties, films, match of the day
All you want is all you need
Happy sleeping, mind free
All the kids are playing round
I know where my place is found
I don’t care who comes to stay
Just keep the love from go'n away

There is always hope
When you get home
For hope is where the heart is
And home is where you lay your head

Thursday 10 March 2011

the great brain robbery

Great Brain Robbery by TheLostSociety
Great Brain Robbery, a photo by TheLostSociety on Flickr.

This unfortunately only lasted about a day on the corner of Old Street and Great Eastern Street. Fail Daily

Monday 14 February 2011

labourless land

What I’ve lost
And what I’ve found
What I need is all around
It’s in the sky and in the clouds
And where I sleep
If it’s the stone cold ground

I was told long ago
To follow my heart
Not always my head
And it tore me apart
Not to go with the rest
To follow the path
To do what I love best

And if it makes you glad
To take the same path
Then it can’t be that bad
If you’re set apart
Like nobody else
In a labourless land
Go be so unusual

Sunday 13 February 2011

I Shall Be Released

Broken down and tired
Hungry for a love
No way on earth to feed me
From the east to the west
I saw what others did was best
Everything I did fell by the way

And I was living out this suitcase for way too long
Stuck between a rock and the sea
Every man needs protection
And every one must fall someday
But an end can also mean a new start

Thursday 10 February 2011

Half Moon, Putney

Thanks to everyone that made it to the Half Moon, thanks to Red for putting on the night too. See you all at our next one!

Thursday 3 February 2011

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