Ways With Weirds

A review of the first article I ever had published. Interested in more of this? “What Remains? Life, death and the human art of undertaking.” Published by Chelsea Green.

Never too young to fill in your grandpa’s grave.

Last boat trip home for a lovely man. Beautiful woven hazel coffin and shroud, planted with spring flowers.

Fab album.

Uncle Bill: “Ah, Pook is here..”

The unknown ancestor. A photograph I picked up at a stall in the souk at Marrakech. Good to bring in strangers to your family altar. Also a fossil predecessor, an ammonite I found on the same trip.

A line from Sophie Gilbert's review of the new Melania movie. "Melania shows off her custom-made inauguration gown, stark white with black ribbons overlaying it, a dress that now looks unavoidably like the redacted Epstein files."

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Happy Imbolc. A Tibetan ritual dagger, a Phurba, the tent peg of the world, the Axis Mundi, bears down on San Pedro, the gateway to the heavens.

Polaroid of Jimmy Cauty and Bill Drummond ceremonially opening the KLF/JAMMS memorabilia shipping container that had been sealed for 23 years. Inside were boxes of DAT tapes, fan letters, crumbling foam costumes from Top of the Pops appearances..

Prince What a mess I believe..

Altar details. Corpse bride, left over coffin nails, eyes from ventriloquist dummy, ammonite, Krishna and the butter ball, a Centaur listening to Pan, Death in various forms, Gorse buttonhole from a funeral, cat skull, slate Lingum from the river Dart, Gods and Goddesses galore.

Etc June..

Photo by Pierre Lavie. Yes this is me. And I threw my Leica. It landed on the bass plate with hardly a scratch. Another Photographer grabbed it along with my phone and I was able to track him later. I was held face down tear gas deployed right in front of me and pepper sprayed directly into the eye.

The Quaker style funeral of Lindsey Stewart. Lindsey sung with the Moorheart Threshold Choir who sing to the dying. Here they are singing to her.

Competitive indeed…

Yup. He filled in for my dad too.

What Remains? by Rupert Callender This is a truly superb and ground-breaking book. And very well-written - it's hard to believe that someone who isn't a many-times published ...

A lovely review from the amazing Dave Lee.

Casting my shadow over the grave for once instead of the other way round.

Hey Kath, I’ve migrated too..

We're going to need a bigger Hague.

“Owls” don’t exist Tom..

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See for yourself, listen for yourself, think for yourself.

I have a friend who is a palliative care nurse who is as brilliant and gifted and comically kind as this character. Pray you meet one of these edge of the village don’t give a fuck healers should you be dying like this.

Continuing with the mildly blasphemous posts, (please don’t be offended, British “humour”) kitchen nativity mural, with myself, my wife and her daughter as three wise thems, my dog as Mary, and our elderly malevolent cat as what is clearly the Antichrist. Someone call Peter Theil. They’re heeeerre.

What a Gede Christmas looks like.

No Rutherford, I want you to make it and somehow get it shipped to me nicely frozen..

I want some mandarin Campari sorbet..

‘He was struggling with his breath. I sat beside him and sang’: the choir who sing to people on their deathbeds Just as lullabies send babies to sleep, so songs can help those at the other end of life on their way. The leader of a Threshold Choir reveals what they do – and the personal tragedies that convinced ...

Today we opened our premises for an all day vigil for lovely Lindsey Stewart. I idly opened the Guardian and lo, there she was. A few members of The Threshold Choir sung to her in our chapel of rest. Incredibly moving.

An American funeral on Dartmoor. Ceremony in an old cow barn, burial in the churchyard. Coffin made by boat builder son.