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Bredonborough.
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… has become a grey day. But inside the sun is shining: today is Birthday of the Slinky Minx Day.
Little is publicly known, even by best informed & most intense of Toyah fans, of the everyday & commonplace viciousness that characterises the Minx…
Even a loving husband, one whose professional life relies upon four functioning left-hand digits, is not safe from an outbreak of vicious Minx fury…
… visited upon the quiet & gentle nature of her caring Robert.
Hotsy-trotting along the High Street to collect a surprise birthday present, one which will doubtless fail to soothe a vicious beast, I am preparing lunch. This afternoon & evening: an adventure in Oxford.
23.12 Tea at The Randolph, and a walk around the central-Oxford Broad Street area I…
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This is where I visited on exeats (“let him go out”), our days off, from Sherborne (October 1975 – July 1976): one day off every six weeks. On the first couple of exeats, I walked up from Sherborne to the A40 and put out my thumb. A lorry would stop & drop me off by a roundabout some 2 miles from the centre, near a bus stop. Subsequently, another student leant me their car & I was able to head straight to Blackwell’s.
The juxtaposition, between Sherborne austerity & normal-abnormal life, was savage. An exeat of December 1975 was particularly extreme. Just in from the cold & intensity of the IACE, I stood in front of a highly illuminated, garish shop window looking at a sign proclaimingThe Wonder of Woolworth’s!
On today’s Birthday Exeat, we are in Oxford for a concert by Vox Clemantis & Dhafar Youssef…
… as guests of Dr. Margus Laidre, Ambassador of the Estonian Republic to the UK, at the Sheldonian
A superb evening in an exceptional space. As the performance began, and as an audient, I found myself in the space I enter as a player.
Our drive home: along the country road to Bredonborough. A good day.
"Silence is a bridge between worlds."
