Isn't this a gorgeous breadbin?!


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It's very hard not to be governed by the elements when you are - metaphorically - naked, right up against them all the time. Weather in the cities is just one more thing, like buses and coffee shops. Up here it is a ruling force. This is quite an exciting time for the weather - February into March always gives so much beauty. The days are getting ( Read more... )

Perennial PB fave April March is hitting paydirt after many many years, it seems. It's nice in one respect, having fallen for Ms March long long ago after coming across 'Voodoo Doll' in Probe Records in Liverpool and following her career on the pop sidelines. In another it's quite difficult ( Read more... )

It's always twenty past twelve.

The sky is a curious off-grey through the Boo skylight. It must be pregnant with snow. We wrote about the taste of snow today, how it's  all at once like lemon sorbet and a cut lip and cracked pepper, but at the same time none of those things.

PB has been a swirling morass lately, just as the sky is about to be. There ( Read more... )

The books they have to go. Found a box full of old Pan paperbacks that a friend was keeping in storage for us but they are starting to get terribly damp. Had them in front of the fire a few days and they are back to their old  old selves but there's nowhere else to put them. Looking to find loving homes for them all... have put some on Ebay - http ( Read more... )

Much as we'd like to think we will soon have an oak panelled library with the carefully collected boo book collection displayed from floor to ceiling, our current situation is our bookcases in this little crofters' cottage are creaking and literature is spilling out all over the place. So, brutality it has to be and the second annual book cull is ( Read more... )

It has been a large swathe of Earthtime since the last Boopost, and humble apologies for this, if anyone has missed us, which is doubtful, but hey, one never knows. As November rumbled truculently into December into the Christmas miasma of of Sardinapalian excess the work piled up and it all became a bit of a snowstorm of time - and indeed snow.


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Mustn't complain about being too busy, but boy are we looking forward to the last posting day before Christmas - the day we will get to sleep ( Read more... )

From chapter 3 of 'Everything'.....

Fire is an honest leveller - it destroys the homes of rich and poor alike. Man’s mastery and enslavement of the flame has made us kings of this world. In the main fire is complicit with this power brokerage and has been the willing workhorse and sometime hitman with little question. Of course sometimes it needs to ( Read more... )

Those of you who have been subscribing to the Boo blog for longer than a year will perhaps remember that the week just gone is the one we dread as it lollops over the Autumn horizon. Fucking Halloween. Fucking bonfire night. Yes, and verily it was shite, as usual, but this year there were extra layers of doo-doo. This Monday somehow a nasty virus ( Read more... )