Unsigned, Peeled, Bequivered. A Small Story Of A Local Band: Part 4.

Bogwoppit had what Shandy Boberts may have balked at describing as a ‘team‘ because it consisted of two other people who actually did things.  Shandy would have probably referred to the three people as an army.  One was a handyman who was building – and making an unusually good job of it – the studios….

Unsigned, Peeled, Bequivered. A Small Story Of A Local Band: Part 3.

Management ‘team‘, as Shandy Boberts liked to describe the set up in the box room of his house in Northallerton in place; an unusually large local following and songs flowing thick and fast in my living room, we were “poised,” as he described it, to start making it into “The Big Time“.  Nothing could have…

Unsigned, Peeled, Bequivered. A Small Story Of A Local Band: Part 2.

The timing of The Drummer’s sacking and the recruitment of Moggy was what might be understatedly described as poor.  Ordinary at best.   We’d been working towards a date at the end of Hull university’s academic year when they had a festival planned.  Demos were being taken in by the organisers in order to establish…

The Flaws Of Perception. Or, On The Cis Pension Of Reality.

This post came about after hearing a transgendered person stating in a television interview that, “I want to be perceived as female.”  I’d been thinking about perception and reality for some time and this person made me realise something I’d not previously considered.  I’d been contemplating the different ways that different people perceive reality and,…