Deep in a wood in a valley in the Marches of Wales, by an abandoned railway line, there lives a 75 year old man called Bob Rowberry. His home is an ancient school bus whose engine has died and whose wheels have fallen off.
A Hero For High Times is the story of how . . . → Read More: New book now only 9 months away.
For a few years now, I’ve been working away at a book about my friend Bob Rowberry, and how his life maps on to the history of the British counter-culture.
For example, in his excellent book ‘Electric Eden’, Rob Young tells the story of Vashti Bunyan’s two year trek by horse-drawn caravan from . . . → Read More: It’s only natural to feel awkward, Mr Farage.
We have a puppy. Her name is Peggy.She is about 14 weeks old.
She shits on the floor.
Here is a picture of her on Wentes Meadow, Presteigne, where dogs are free to shit, a liberty which she all too infrequently takes advantage of.
My name is Ian. I am 55. I am a human, and potty trained since 1960, mostly. I do not shit . . . → Read More: Puppy shit