One of the things I really enjoy about Brighton is singing with the experimental music group, Safehouse. We meet twice a month, on the first and last Wednesday. On the last Wednesday we have booked acts, supported by a quartet of Safehouse players. Last week we were treated to London-based Shabaka Hutchins on clarinet... Continue Reading →
C is for C*nt
I cringe when I hear this word spat out as a slur. I feel as if my very existence as a woman has been attacked and abused. Considered by Germaine Greer to be one of the few remaining words in the English language with the potential to shock, one wonders how the slang term for... Continue Reading →
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April: A-Z, every day but Sunday
I'm two days behind so I have to write about A and B. Maybe I'll wait till Monday, then I can do ABC. Or I can be totally egomaniacal and refer you to my other blog: Alison Boston: Multidisciplinary Artist 'A' for Alison and 'B' for Boston; there, I've done the first two letters of... Continue Reading →
Alison Amazed 