Between 1995 and 1997 I lived and worked in central London in three homeless hostels run by the Shaftesbury Society. I spent the longest time at Lena Fox House (LFH) on Crimscott Street in Bermondsey and not long after we opened I worked alongside a lovely Welshman called Dave Smith.
We didn’t work long together but our friendship and trust went deep quickly and his is a friendship that I still value today. Two memories stick in my mind about Dave.Continue reading Welsh party
This has felt like a longer week than last—the world has slowed down and we’ve all come to a rude halt.
The grief has begun—grief about our loss of choice, our loss of freedom, our loss of movement, our separation from those whom we love.Continue reading And so, we wait
While I’m working from home, I’ve set myself a challenge to have Isaac’s giant Jellycat bunny do something different each day in the background of my video conferencing calls.
So far he’s:
- Played an Ovation electro-acoustic guitar.
- Played a PRS electro-acoustic guitar .
- Played a Burns Brian May electric guitar (two days in a row because… it’s a Burn Brian May electric guitar!)
- Sat on his own, just enjoying his own company.
Tomorrow… I expect he’ll be playing a different model of guitar.