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The Food of Disquiet, often eaten at the Anarcho Syndicalist Caff
And a curiosity of the modern world is that so many countries seem to have agreed to abide by the convention that “the new year aka here we go again” starts today, the 1st January. Instead of a more organic date. Like the 25th March in England traditionally used to align with the equinox,…
It’s another year
And a curiosity of the modern world is that so many countries seem to have agreed to abide by the convention that “the new year aka here we go again” starts today, the 1st January. Instead of a more organic date. Like the 25th March in England traditionally used to align with the equinox, when… Read More »
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January 1, 2026 at 6:18 PM
For no apparent reason, this picture made me think of Bowie's "Always Crashing In The Same Car". The brain is very strange.
Always eating in the same bar
There’s an old picture — a copy of which is now held in a gallery Holland — of the cook who used to cook at the cafe at the end of the pier. We’d paid for it to be painted on his retirement which was back in about 1625. He’d served us well as the… Read More »
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November 26, 2025 at 5:01 PM
🎶 I am a jovial collier lad
As blithe as blithe can be
And let the times be good or bad
It's all the same to me
It's little of the world I know
And care less for its ways
For where the Dog Star never glows
It's there I spend my days 🎶
A dog drinking from the sea
Just a few steps along from the ancient fish-market, the pier structure juts out into the deep water from the town’s mid-point. From above, it resembles a dog’s muzzle, tongue lapping from its massive bowl. There’s been a food stall of one sort or another on the pier almost since it was built back in… Read More »
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November 24, 2025 at 2:49 PM
In that loud, so loud space, fitting into a span of no more than five or ten minutes, all our world changed. Forever. A plunge that shook & rattled the bed-rock beneath it, the Great Land-bridge had fallen. Fallen is too small a word for this tumbling colossus. Fallen doesn’t (1/7)

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March 10, 2025 at 2:46 PM
New writings: The rise of the insects. Day 9 of 100# The100DayProject  Prompt: Sleep interrupted by beetles

They're so damn fast; they skitter, they scurry, https://chrisbulow.uk/2025/03/the-rise-of-the-insects-day-9-of-100-the100dayproject/
March 3, 2025 at 8:08 AM
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