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In the summer of 1996, when I footloose and fancy free, I cycled to central France. I was headed for the Rencontres des Luthiers et Maitres ... -
Over the Christmas period I made one of the hardest decisions I've had to face and I chose to leave both my treasured bands, Wod and Tel... -
I was invited to play at Ludlow Medieval Fair this weekend, always a good gig and a chance to catch up with friends and musical sparring pa... -
I find it hard to believe but it's exactly ten years since my book Shroom: A Cultural History of the Magic Mushroom was published. Thou... -
Some people hate the bagpipes. Fair enough. But when they tell me this I remind them that in all probability it's the Great Highland B... -
Fifteen years ago, like many people in Oxford and indeed up and down the country, I took part in the Newbury Bypass anti-roads campaign. I w... -
On Friday we went to London, to go to the opera, to see Terry Gilliam's version of Berlioz' The Damnation of Faust , performed by th...
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Shroom: ten years on
I find it hard to believe but it's exactly ten years since my book Shroom: A Cultural History of the Magic Mushroom was published. Thou...
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I find it hard to believe but it's exactly ten years since my book Shroom: A Cultural History of the Magic Mushroom was published. Thou...
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News that the psilly season is officially underway (with early reports that this might prove to be a bumper year) means it's a good time... -
This quote is from the current issue of Chanter , the magazine of the Bagpipe Society . As that organ might, ahem, be a bit specialist for m... -
One of the more persistent myths about the fly-agaric mushroom , Amanita muscaria , the familiar red and white-spotted mushrooms of fairy-ta... -
Some people hate the bagpipes. Fair enough. But when they tell me this I remind them that in all probability it's the Great Highland B...
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I’m not sure when I saw my first crop circle. I’m guessing it was in the summer of 1991 on one of my annual pilgrimages to Avebury . The cir... -
More neatly than marmite, bagpipes or the EU referendum, the question of Morris dancing divides the nation. For many it is, as folk musician...
