VERSE 1978-1988 Uncle Cedric. Uncle Cedric, in the bath tubDreams of monumental formsBillowing from the steamy water.Closing his eyes, he sighs,The water lapsAround his folded fat;He drifts away to the sun,His spiral orbitRound the plug hole.Uncle Cedric melts intoHis dream;As he disolves, in bubbles,Gurgles down the drain.Next day,When Annie cleans …
As previously mentioned, the Fforest of Annwn is vast. Possibly endless. If endless is at all possible. Certainly it seemed to Pwyll …
by Pwyll ap Douglas He was eaten by a dragon, but as it was a mythical creature, it didn’t do him much …
“It is difficult to make predictions, especially about the future.”(1) The foolishness of these words might seem obvious, but there is a …
By Alan J. Crabtree My mother died recently (it wasn’t aujourd’hui). Initially I felt a bit numbed, and it was only when …
The death of hegemony with the rise of the media. My PhD supervisor Alan Costall always warned me about what we might …
An Exploration of Post-Factuality In 1992 I organised an exhibition at Littlehampton Museum on the history of a local company, Duke and …
Introduction Stalker is by no means the only game which recreates “historic” places (see Kapell and Elliott 2013). The most notable parallels …
Given my deja vu experience at Robert Maxwell’s talk (CHAT 2012), I thought it would be worthwhile to return to Stalker’s Pripyat …
I haven’t posted on this blog for some time, partly because I have been travelling. Specifically, I have been in north east …